Roksolana sat down beside the Sultan and began to cry. He was in so much pain because of her carelessness. He could have also lost his life because of her and that is if he didn't die from the wound she gave him. She held his hand and rested her head on the bed, still sobbing.

Roksolana felt someone standing behind her and turned. Her eyes grew round in recognition as she saw a man wearing an all-black attire standing behind her with a sword in his hand.

"It's you?" Roksolana ...