Baklava...and Blood

"Sultanim." You curtsy and place the bronze tray of some odd sort of sweets on the low table. Gulnihal Sultan gives you a small nod and goes back to talking with Davut Pasha, who's face looks twisted and grim.

"Safiye, it's good to see you again," Shehzadi Mahi smiles at you. But you can tell she is a bit doubtful.

"I-It's good to see you again too, my shehzadi." You hadn't even realized you were speaking Turkish.

"You've improved. Come, sit." You keep your head low and sit on a pillow just beside the cushion she's sitting on. "I heard you went missing for some time."

You try to suppress a gulp and nod. "I was fixing your dress with Fatma."

"Oh, but I remember I ordered Fatma to do it only."

You try to loo embarrassed. "I ask for forgiveness behalf her. She came to me and said she couldn't sew a part and needed my help."