ofhiranur

[ofhiranur]

point divider / november 19th - november 25th

GIF CHAT / PARA REPLIES (10 points) : 60 

EDITS / GRAPHICS (10 points) : 0

MEME RESPONSES (5 points) : 0

SELF - PARAGRAPHS (20 points) :0

CHALLENGES (20 points) :0)

LAST POST LEFT OFF ON (this is for my personal tracking count reasons): XX

TOTAL : 455 + 60 = 515

[ofhiranur]

meleksvltan‌:

                                  ❛  you  are  certain ?  ❜  she  meant  not  to  doubt  her  mothers  expertise,  but  she  needed  that  reassurance  from  her  and  once  that  need  was  sated,  melek  released  a  breath  that  she  had  not  realised  she  had  been  holding.  relief  consumed  her  and  leaning  down  slightly  she  pressed  a  kiss  to  her  son’s  cheek  and  then  to  her  mothers.  ❛  a  drop  of  honey  it  is.  ❜  turning  her  head  slightly,  melek  sent  a  quiet  order  for  them  to  go  and  see  to  that  before  she  perched  upon  the  bench,  allowing  her  body  to  sink  into  the  pillows  as  the  worry  that  had  previously  consumed  her  flittered  away.  ❛  oh,  i  suppose  so  mother … florence  is  beautiful,  everything  from  the  language  to  the  architecture  –––  and  the  artwork  is  simply  sublime ! ❜  she  gushed  and  yet  a  ‘ but ’  lingered  between  them.  ❛  i  also  find  the  politics  of  it  all  to  be  thoroughly  exhausting.  ❜  melek  had  always  found  the  humdrum  of  statecraft  to  be  exceedingly  tedious,  which  was  one  of  the  reasons  she  strayed  from  the  subject,  refusing  to  get   caught  up  in  it  all.   ❛  i  hear  some  even  dared  to  insult  my  brother,  is  this  true  ?  ❜  she  shook  her  head  at  the  audacity  of  it.  ❛  i  pray  they  were  suitably punished  ?  –––  but  what  about  you,  mama,  how  are  you  finding  florence  ? ❜

hiranur nodded her head - she understood where the hesitation came from. she was glad to see that melek had relaxed now knowing that her boy was fine. even though her daughter was all grown up, it always warmed hiranur’s heart that her daughter still needed her. hiranur cradled erkan in her arms as she began to lull him to sleep. he seemed comfortable snuggling her arms and it reminded hiranur of the days when she held melek in her arms like thus. “it’s a very different from home, isn’t it?” while hiranur wouldn’t boast of their own empire’s talent, she saw the uniqueness that florence brought - a breath of fresh air which she enjoyed. hiranur laughed, “I daresay I do too. though think of this as an opportunity to make new friends. perhaps you’ll learn something new.” hiranur did advocate for adventure but caution was also naturally threaded in her spiels. “I have spoken to your brother and have heard of such cruelty. It is unfortunate to meet these unkind souls but we are not to be like them.” hiranur disapproved of playing fire with fire - and while not everyone would agree, it was her calmness that made issues resolve. she set the example for others to follow. “I am sure it has been dealt with, without much fuss. but as for I, I have taken to making more clothes for you and your siblings. perhaps I should make something new for the little one. he’s growing so quickly! otherwise, your father has managed to spare some time to accompany through the city.” she enjoyed her strolls with iskender but oft also missed him when he secluded himself in his work. “though I do miss him still when he’s cooped himself for hours in his studies like that,” a light laugh spilling from her lips. 

[ofhiranur]

beauchampx‌:

        IT HAD NOT BEEN ELIZABETH’S INTENTION to intrude, in fact, she sought to do the exact opposite in her departure, yet her bubbled laughter had exposed her and there was no way to retreat. it was fortunate that the reception she received was not a cold one, she was not scolded or treated as a trespasser, and the maid of honour was most thankful of that. “ the pleasure is ALL MINE - i assure you - i am elizabeth beauchamp, lady-in-waiting to the queen of england. ” introducing herself always caused her posture to change ever so slightly, her shoulders would roll back and her chin tipped upwards at the reminder that she stood as a representative of the kingdom in the absence of a higher courtier. she must appear NOBLE in all aspects, regardless of how low she would appear in the hierarchy.

“ i apologise greatly if i have interrupted your peace, i was attending the palazzo as a guest to deliver a book and stumbled upon this heartwarming scene. ” a hand gestured towards where the children played, her gaze remaining low or towards the woman to whom she spoke in a bid to avoid intruding any further than she assumed she already had. the last thing she wanted was to offend, especially when she surprisingly found herself quite INVESTED in those residing within the palazzo. “ i only wish we all might get along as children do - without judgement or assumption. the world would be a greater place, would it not? “

“pleasure,” hiranurs soft voice murmured from pink lips. she was intrigued as to what an english lady in waiting was doing in the palazzo. certainly she must have some affairs to attend to seeing as the guards wouldn’t just let anyone in. though she doubted iskender would have invited a lady in waiting to visit - perhaps the girl was a friend of one of her daughters. if that was such the case, hiranur was pleased to think that her children were starting to make friends with the europeans. surely it would help strengthen bonds. “isn’t it? the children love to frolic under the florentine sun. while it may not be best for their complexions, at least they’re smiling.” hiranur’s heart warmed at the sight too. 

it really showed how little care the kids had - in their eyes, they were all equal with each other. there were no politics standing in the way. “you’re very wise to say such a thing. it’s rare that many would share such a sentiment but i agree. it would be allah’s wish too - we weren’t made to kill. it’s always for love.” hiranur smiled - starting to take a liking to the strange girl who had stumbled her way into the garden. she turned to the girl once more, “was there someone you came here to meet in particular?” 

[ofhiranur]

meleksvltan‌:

closed  starter  for  @ofhiranur​ . 

                        MELEK  STRODE  ALONG  THE  CORRIDOR  with  purpose  in  her  every  step.  upon  her  hip  erkan,  her  son,  toyed  with  with  the  fabric  of  her  veil  and  in  that  moment  she  had  not  the  will  to  discourage  such  an  action.  the  corridors  of  the  palazzo  were  still  unfamiliar  to  a  certain  extent,  yet  melek  had  long  since  memorised the  route  to  her  mothers  chambers.  coming  before  her  doors,  the  eunuchs  promptly  announced  her  arrival  and  with  the  utmost  haste,  melek  hurried  inside,  visibly  somewhat  distressed.  ❛  mother,  pardon  the  intrusion  but  i  seek  your  guidance. ❜  with  her  brow  furrowed  in  concern,  she  did  not  neglect  the  respectful  courtesy  hiranur  deserved  and  as  she  did,   erkan  began  to  fuss  in  an  attempt  to  reach  his  beloved grandmother.  without  hesitation,  she  handed  the  toddler  over  to  her.  ❛  i  have  just  returned  from  the  physicians  on  account  of  erkan  feeling  fevered,  they  assure  me  it  is  common  in  children  that  are  teething  but ….  ❜  melek  paused,  glancing  up  at  hiranur,  eager  to  hear  her  reassurance.  with  a  sigh,  she  shook  her  head  and  ran  her fingers  through  her  son’s  hair.   ❛  …am  i  over  reacting ?  he  seems  himself  but  i  worry  nonetheless.  ❜

It felt like eons since she had last seen her beloved daughter. Melek entered, carrying  Erkan in arm. She dismissed the formalities and Hiranur happily took the babe into her arms, cooing at her grandson. “I shall do my best, tell me what troubles you?” She had loved the child the moment he was born and doted upon him, aiding her daughter every step of the way. The sorrow that had transgressed when Melek’s husbands passed had been felt by all, Hiranur especially. It was unfortunate and Hiranur was adamant that her daughter’s life would befall misery for the years to come. She kept her ideas under wraps but she did seek to secure another match, preferably one which would keep her close. Her index finger curved as she gently brushed the cheeks of Erkan who began to babble. He was delightful. “you needn’t worry about him,” she brought a finger closer to his lips and he latched on, the gums tickling against his finger. “He seems to be growing his teeth. “to soothe him, you can give him a drop of honey. Not too much else he’ll only seek for it as food.” She sat down on her cot, bouncing Erkan on her lap as his tiny hands grabbed at her dress. “It is natural to worry, we all do. But he is a healthy boy,” she smiled. “Aren’t you?” her attention drawn back to her grandson as he made more incoherent noises. “Tell me, have you enjoyed yourself in Florence yet?” Her eyes gazing tenderly at her daughter - her own miracle child. 

[ofhiranur]

osmcnli‌:

motherly embrace never faltered in calming her, for joyous memories of childhood always followed suit & reminded her that she was very much loved. mihrişah was, undoubtedly, raised by strong women. their lessons helping to shape so much of who she became, none could dispute the grace which she possessed. &, while her family may have appeared strange to the other courts, gathered here in florence, it was HERS & it was perfect. “remarkably well, though i did at first feel overwhelmed,” she confessed, however there was no need for concern. “there are some similarities to home & yet everything is so different. validem even allowed me to visit the market, where i found beautiful velvet textiles. i intend to have them made into a dress – a modest style, of course,” she paused, briefly wondering if she should mention the guest found on the way back. but, good sense told her to keep quiet on the matter. surely, it would not happen again ; she had to properly represent the house of osman. in her eyes, they had produced a dynasty like no other ; with women who would stop at nothing to defend it & her belief in her father to make the empire a force to be reckoned with. their presence in florence solidified this, so the sultana held her head high & proud. “i hope to go with melek, the next time, if the opportunity presents itself.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Hiranur agreed nodding her head. It had been difficult adjusting to the Florentine lifestyle. She missed the comforts of their home, especially when it came to communication. Hiranur easily worried over the wellbeing of her family and the recent threats that had occurred did little to soothe her nerves. “I would be glad to take a look at the fabrics you’ve selected. Perhaps I can sew something for you out of it. Your brother was thrilled to have a new ensemble despite the fact that I’ve already made him nearly three of the same thing,” she chuckled. “That sound’s lovely. I feel more at ease knowing that you have good company. I have heard that security measures have been taken to secure our premises but I can’t help but worry about all of your well beings. Remember Mihrisah, you mustn’t do anything brash or foolish. However I suppose such words should be given to your younger sisters, you’ve always been a good girl.” Hiranur was genuine in her comments, always instilling virtue and responsibility as daily reminders. 

[ofhiranur]

osmcnli‌:

it was rare for mihrişah sultan to go more than a day without seeing her family. as a little girl, the sultana had latched onto every single one of her relatives & naturally EARNED their affection with her sweet charms. blossoming into a woman had not changed her attachment to them at all. in fact, it only made her fonder. & as much as she enjoyed meeting, & getting to know, new people ; she loved telling her family about her adventures even more. today, she sought out hiranur hatun – mother of her eldest sister & a second mother to mihrişah. truly, she loved her with all of her being & trusted her enough to share guarded secrets ( though she hardly had any ). stepping into the room, after being announced by a page, mihrişah gives a respectful bow of her head to her elder. & cheeks are rosy as she smiles at the woman she greatly ADMIRES. “iyilikler dilerim, hanımefendim.” kiss is pressed against the top of hiranur’s hand & then brought to touch mihrişah’s forehead ; exactly how she greeted her own valide. “i have missed you,” she sweetly confesses & takes a seat beside her with a graceful sweep of her skirts.

@ofhiranur​

while born from nehir, hiranur had played an integral role in rearing mihrisah. she had doted upon the girl ever since she took her first breath, fussing over her whenever she had a minor injury or a difficult day. while hiranur coddled all of nehir’s children with the same warmth for her own melek, there was always a sense of propriety and discipline in her teachings. she instilled dignity and kindness as much as she could in each and every one of them. at mihrisah’s arrival, hiranur was quick to gesture for her servants to bring forth all sorts of snacks and treats. “yükselmek sevgilim,” while etiquette was maintained, she was always quick to dismiss such formalities seeing as they were family. hiranur was quick to embrace her into her arms, parting with a smile on her face as she motioned her to sit besides her. “as I have you, my dear. how have you taken to florence? do you like it?” she was always encouraging, awaiting patiently for mihrisah to speak first. hiranur would listen, always.  

[ofhiranur]

albarracinfola‌:

There was a good bit of coin in it for the maid who helped her get dressed and kept their mouth shut about her actions, more so, she imagined, than there would have been in tattling on her as they were being paid in an on-going sense by Fola and probably would have been scolded and punished for not being loyal enough, but this person was also paid to be an extra set  of eyes for the princess, one whom had been given the task to make sure no one was around near the exit and report back so that Fola could escape without problem. They were usually good at this task,but perhaps in their coming back to her chamber, someone slipped out and found themselves in the path she’d thought was safe.

That was why a confusing and flustered Fola jumped and gasped before standing like a statue before Hiranur’s dark, stern gaze. The world outside their own kind was far too…different, and in sneaking off to take part of said world, Fola knew she was doing something that would upset her brother and leave people questioning her loyalty and her morals. That was why she could only think to lie, albeit poorly.

“I-i-it was a gift, Sultana.” She stammered out,hands moving to her chest as if covering it were not a concern she had always had. “ From a good lady who sought to welcome me today. I…thought it insulting not to wear it as she received me.”

“You needn’t be afraid, I will not reprimand you for choosing to honor the gift you’ve been given,” Hiranur responded, her tone soft in timbre. While the dress was certainly appealing, it certainly would raise eyes in the Ottoman empire. While Hiranur did not enjoy meddling in such trivial affairs, Fola was by extension - a part of the family, her attire would reflect as thus. “Perhaps you may wear it on another occasion? It is a bit ... scandalous for court decorum. If you are in need of new clothes, I would be glad to offer you any from my own collection.” Always ever giving. 

Hiranur rarely found the need to purchase new gowns, tending to reuse or repurpose the ones that she was given. She adhered to strict protocol, embodying modesty at the core. “The fabric is indeed, very lovely. Might I ask who gave you such a beautifully designed dress?” 

[ofhiranur]

point divider / october 28th - november 19th

GIF CHAT / PARA REPLIES (10 points) : 40 + 50 (for the mentorship thread here) 

EDITS / GRAPHICS (10 points) : 0

MEME RESPONSES (5 points) : 0

SELF - PARAGRAPHS (20 points) :0

CHALLENGES (20 points) :0)

LAST POST LEFT OFF ON (this is for my personal tracking count reasons): XX

TOTAL : 365 + 90 = 455

[ofhiranur]

hurrcm‌:

           HURREM  WAS  OVERJOYED  to  return  to  the  embrace  of  one  of  her  oldest  and  dearest  friends  after  so  much  time  apart.  hiranur’s  position  may  have  been  secure  in  her  place  as  consort  to  their  sultan  but  hurrem  would  always  be  firm  in  the  fact  that  hiranur  was  HER  FRIEND  first  and  foremost,  often  when  she  inquired  after  the  health  of  her  sisters  in  the  letters  sent  to  iskender  it  was  known  she  was  referring  to  hiranur  and  nehir  for  she  truly  considered  them  to  be  as  such.  theirs  was  truly  a  bond  of  sisterhood  that  was  only  strengthened  by  their  love  and  care  for  the  sultan  and  the  children.  “  you  shall  be  home  before  you  know  it,  though  not  before  you  and  i  are  able  to  spend  some  time  together  to  make  up  for  lost  time.  ”  whilst  it  was  true  that  hurrem  made  an  effort  to  return  home  whenever  possible,  now  that  her  children  were  grown  visits  became  more  frequent,  it  was  still  not  enough  and  only  served  to  make  her  heart  LONG  to  return  home  permanently.

with  great  pleasure,  hurrem  joined  hiranur  in  sitting  whilst  servants  began  to  rush  about  due  to  the  sultana’s  sudden  arrival  and  she  might  have  even  found  amusement  in  their  panic  if  it  hadn’t  been  for  the  DELIGHT  found  in  hiranur’s  presence.  “  seeing  you  in  the  flesh  behinds  me  more  JOY  than  any  letter  might,  do  not  worry  yourself  on  such  things.  ”  a  hand  sought  to  hold  that  of  the  other  woman  in  her  grasp,  a  squeeze  of  her  digits  offering  warmth  and  familiarity  in  spite  of  the  foreign  land  in  which  they  found  themselves  and  the  off  customs  that  surrounded  them  at  each  turn.  “  cordoba  has  taught  me  many  things  over  the  years  and  i  believe  that  has  afforded  me  a  lot  less  surprise  at  the  customs  and  traditions  here,  though  i  have  never  experienced  it  in  such  VIBRANCE.  the  greatest  comfort  comes  from  seeing  you  and  having  our  family  here.  ”

IT  WAS  TRUE  that  the  east  and  the  west  were  not  likely  to  become  friends  but  so  far  politeness  had  prevailed,  leaving  subtle  remarks  and  heavy  gazes  of  disapproval  as  the  only  outlet,  but  hurrem  was  no  fool  to  believe  that  it  was  impossible  that  any  altercations  would  arise.  she  KNEW  there  had  been  a  situation  involving  their  crown  prince  -  a  fact  which  still  continued  to  make  osman  blood  boil  -  and  so  hurrem  became  cautious  when  it  came  to  others  within  the  household  and  extremely  protective  in  the  fact  of  any  prejudice  which  might  come  their  way  due  to  lack  of  understanding.  “  how  has  florence  been  treating  you?  you  and  the  children  have  occupied  many  of  my  prayers,  i  hope  your  stay  has  been  kind  to  you  thus  far?  ”

“that would be lovely, I have missed your company - it can be lonesome at times,” hiranur admitted. it was ironic that the harem was far and wide but knowing those she could trust remained small and few. if it weren’t for nehir’s mutual support, hiranur would have truly found herself miserable at court. hurrem’s kindness had also equally strengthened hiranur to retain her place besides iskender. 

bashful, hiranur sighed, “you know how I am, I find it careless and certainly improper not to have responded quickly. I shall do my best to be more swift in my future letters. however just your mere presence has brought me happiness. it is good to see familiar faces in a foreign place full of westerners.” hiranur returned the gesture. “you must tell me of all the things you have experienced and of the children. I have my own hands full with them but seeing them slowly succeed is beyond rewarding,” she confessed. the servants diligently brought in sweets as the two women conversed. 

“my time in florence has had more ups than downs. Iskender found time out of his busy schedule to accompany and that has been lovely in itself. I feel as if I were in my youth again, it’s pleasant -” hiranurs voice soft, “pardon, I forget myself some days but the years have gone and at times I’m still in awe that I have remained close to his heart when there are others.” she loved her husband and thus, always served him. “as for the children, I worry most for mehmed but he has always been a good boy. I trust he will become a good man as well. I have made my daily prayers to protect him and the rest of our family. my thoughts for you are always remembered,” the warmth in her voice undeniable. “but enough of me, tell me of your adventures!” 

[ofhiranur]

@albarracinfola​

Hiranur had been occupied with her usual tasks. she sat outdoors under the veranda as her servants fanned her from the heat. her fingers slowly stitched the fabric in her lap, another piece for the new guests that had visited her. she hoped they’d take to the ottoman fashion as it wasn’t suited for everyone. the sunlight warmed her complexion and she was enjoying her time. 

she turned her head and noticed a figure appear. while hiranur wasn’t the most familiar with the princess of cordoba, she vaguely knew of the woman. “pray tell me you aren’t running off in that sort of ensemble for the ottoman court are you my dear?” hiranur commented, warm but stern in tone as she observed the ensemble. despite being in florence, hiranur had adamantly refused the european fashion style finding it far too compromising. though it seemed as if fola had thought otherwise. “though I must say the color suits your complexion wonderfully.”

[ofhiranur]

michailrurik‌:

@ofhiranur​

  He knew not whether he detested the frivolous days spent engaged in parlor games and consuming dainty pastries; or if the rare indulgence of his untouched desires to lounge and enjoy, brought him an unmatched sense of joy. The small party was gathered beneath the Florentine sun, ladies covered with large parasols, held by maids who scurried after their every move; an Englishman had proposed the sport of cricket, which Michail designed to be a lazy-mans game, though an enjoyable one at that. Given a partner in the Sultan’s consort, he gave a half-hearted attempt to win - expending more efforts on conversation and socializing, then on participation. “I admire the English desire to take pleasure in childish whims; I do not know however, if I esteem this game to be worth as high stakes, as that Lord seems to believe them to be.” A portly gentlemen huffed and puffed, lacking physical fitness to dominate any arena other then a chair - but puffed with more pride and desire to win then any other. He and his partner, despite casually playing, had done well; stepping up to bat, the gentlemen sought to overthrow their slight lead. “Do you enjoy dabbling in such amusements in your court, my lady? I confess, I did not socialize as greatly as I should, when given the pleasure of visitation; perhaps the pending union, shall change that.” 

On Hiranur’s own terms, she would’ve preferred to keep to herself in the innermost corners of the harem. But seeing as her current situation was made out of duty, she agreed. Her nerves remained, unsure of what to say - especially to a foreigner and a man at that. While her tongue had practiced the languages required for proper etiquette, there was still an unspoken fear of tripping over her syllables. “I must admit,I have just little insight on the games of the English,” Hiranur confessed, hands resting in her lap as she keenly watched. While she was putting together the rules in her head, she truly found the enjoyment of such a game to be diminutive. Her mind had started wandering into places of her schedule - the things she had to do for the children until the voice of her companion snapped her back into reality. “I’m afraid I have never had the luck to witness such whimsical games before this,” she murmured, “but I do agree, I apologize for my lack of ... the most interesting conversation. Rarely do I find myself socializing outside of the Sultan’s domain, a personal choice of mine,” she remarked. “But it seems you are quite talented at this sport, my lord. Well done,” she gently applauded, a smile gracing her features. 

[ofhiranur]

rodonluselim‌:

@ofhiranur

“Baba!” shrieked three tiny girlish voices as Selim entered the room.  Dropping to one knee, Selim held out his arms, scooping up his daughters in a bear hug as they threw their tiny limbs around him and all chattered at once about their adventures for the day.  Grinning, he listened to them each.  Chucking Ayşe under the chin, he flashed his grateful gaze towards Hiranur.  

Wordlessly, two maids appeared to guide the children towards their gaggle of toys and Selim moved towards Hiranur.  “Sultanım,” he greeted, bowing his head as he approached.  “Thank you so much for watching over my daughters.”

Business of state consumed much of his days but, so long as Adalet, Ayşe, and Evren were under Hiranur’s loving charge, he was confident they were happy and well looked after.  He also treasured the knowledge that they might, in turn, bring a little joy to Hiranur’s day, as well: they who had lost a mother and she who had lost daughters might, in each other, find some bond to help heal the incalculable losses they had known…or, at least, this was his great hope.

Selim’s daughters were not the only ones, however, who found peace around Hiranur and Selim felt the tension slough from his shoulders as he approached.  The day had been a long one, but it was a comfort to be here, now, with the sound of sweet music floating through the aether, a nearby fountain, a soft, playful zephyr.  Yes, this was a little haven in the madness of the world, but one, too, not merely in the physical sense.  Hiranur’s very presence seemed to bring the scene a physic warmth that brought the softest hint of a smile to Selim’s face.  

“They’ve not been too much trouble, today, I hope?”

A smile lit up on Hiranur’s features as she watched the girls greet their father. “Of course, it is the least I could do for all you have done, for the empire and for Iskender and me.” She was fond of Selim who had repeatedly proven his loyalty with each passing year. 

She smoothed down the hair of Evren who had been the most rambunctious of the bunch. Hiranur adored them as if they were her own. It was unfortunate that they had lost their mother so early but Hiranur refused to let these girls grow without maternal love. Gladly she took charge in watching over their growth and making sure they were taught well and lived happily. None of these tasks were ever tedious as she naturally found solace in nurturing the future (or so that’s how she saw it). 

“I assure you, they have done well.” Hiranur had spent the day making sure the girls were under the proper tutelage. It was natural for them to grow impatient but Hiranur worked through it, coaxing the girls to do their best often for rewards to come. It was difficult not to spoil them and she was certainly guilty of doing such. “they have done all the work they’ve been instructed to by their tutors. I’m sure they would love to tell you all about it,” Hiranur encouraged with a smile. 

“How have you been?” It had been awhile since she found a moment to ask of Selim’s own wellbeing. “If there is anything you need, please let me know.” Always considerate of others, Hiranur took great bounds to be kind to all whom presided in her husband’s court. 

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beauchampx‌:

         THE  SOUND  OF CHILDREN  PLAYING was the  most joyful of sounds,  it held such power that  she need not even see the sourcebefore the corners of  her lips would curl and appear  as a smile. it came as a sign of  HOPE. the happiness of children was never  something she could link to her own home, even  to her own childhood, but elizabeth LONGED to have  it in her future and to be the cause of her own children’s  happiness. ONE DAY, she prayed. one day.  

seeking  to catch  a glimpse of  what brought about  such childish laughter,  lizzie moved quietly into  the palazzo gardens opposed  to taking her leave as she previously  intended. a line of hedges obscured her  emerald gaze and brought the oblivious english  lady out into the open, where she could be seen  by any soul that might notice how out of place she  truly was. a gentle afternoon breeze blew the veil she  wore each time she visited the ottoman palazzo and a pale  hand was quick to secure its place covering her auburn locks,  whilst her attention remained upon the playing children as JOYOUS  laughter  bubbled from her chest to part rosy lips. it was this laughter  which brought a sense of self-awareness to her, as deer would react to  hearing a sudden shift in the surrounding woods, her gaze turned to glance  around in search for any whom might of heard her; thus she found herself standing  before a woman she knew to be highly respected within the osman household. in a sign  of modesty and admiration, elizabeth was quick to turn and swept into a curtsey in an eloquent  manner to disguise how exposed and unequipped she felt. “ i apologise for my intrusion, sultana, the  sound of the children called to me. ”

Hiranur had chosen to spend the day attending to the children as her fellow sisters were occupying themselves on a florentine market trip. Of course she had no complaints as she adored passing her hours with the kids. Her attention never strayed as she kept watch on each one, making sure no fights broke out and they played happily together. She had even allowed some of the other children borne from her servants to play alongside her daughters. In Hiranur’s heart of hearts, she believed that they would learn best from each other instead of the strict lectures of an adult. 

The laughter that unfamiliarly entered her ears caught Hiranur’s attention. The woman in particular was not someone she recognized. However extensive culture study helped Hiranur identify her status and background. She was english but she donned none of the regalia that the royal family boasted proudly. However, she had her guesses as it wasn’t easy for anyone just to enter the palazzo without invitation. “Of course I understand, children are delightful, now I must ask - who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” It was rare for Hiranur to be acquainted with outsiders and when given the chance, she was curious .

[ofhiranur]

point divider / october 21st - october 28th

GIF CHAT / PARA REPLIES (10 points) : 10

EDITS / GRAPHICS (10 points) : 0

MEME RESPONSES (5 points) : 0

SELF - PARAGRAPHS (20 points) :0

CHALLENGES (20 points) :0)

LAST POST LEFT OFF ON (this is for my personal tracking count reasons): XX

TOTAL : 355 + 10 = 365

[ofhiranur]

hurrcm‌:

        FOR  ALL  OF  THE  YEARS  the  sultana  had  lived  in  cordoba,  married  and  began  a  family  all  of  her  own,  there  was  no  doubt  that  the  home  of  the  house  of  osman  would  ALWAYS  be  home  to  hürrem  and  a  piece  of  her  would  always  reside  there  wherever  they  might  be  it  edirne  or  the  more  recently  conquered  constantinople.  her  feelings,  however,  did  differ  from  member  to  member  of  the  ottoman  court.  the  many  new  members  would  likely  go  entirely  ignored  by  the  sultana,  those  she  had  no  cause  to  trust  yet  would  not  be  given  an  inch  until  they  proved  themselves  WORTHY,  but  some  the  more  familiar  faces  were  of  the  dearest  to  her  and  perhaps  none  more  so  than  the  sultan’s  most  beloved  wives;  nehir  and  hiranur.  

between  the  three  of  them,  they  had  striking  differences  right  down  to  the  very  hearts  they  nurtured  and  protected,  yet  it  was  these  contrasts  which  merged  together  and  created  something  of  an  unwavering  support  for  their  sultan  and  his  offspring.  whilst  nehir  was  most  similar  to  hürrem  in  terms  of  their  fiery  attitude,  it  was  hiranur’s  more  gentle  nature  that  the  sultana  admired  endlessly  and  almost  ENVIED.  when  it  came  to  the  time  she  had  left  at  this  summit  she  felt  shrouded  in  uncertainty  and,  with  that  in  mind,  she  dared  not  take  a  moment  of  it  for  granted  and  if  she  were  not  speaking  of  political  matters  or  seeking  the  company  of  her  BELOVED  brother,  hürrem  was  certain  to  be  found  amongst  the  women  she  considered  to  be  no  less  than  sisters.

allowing  her  escort  to  open  the  doors  for  her,  the  emir’s  consort  entered  the  chambers  reserved  for  hiranur  hanim  with  a  warm  smile  capturing  her  lips  and  erasing  all  traces  of  the  false  joy  she  was  forced  to  display  for  foreign  royals  and  dignitaries  alike.  “  what  is  it  which  keeps  you  inside  on  a  day  such  as  this,  beloved  hiranur?  i  am  joyful  that  it  easy  for  me  to  seek  your  company  but  i  do  not  wish  to  imagine  you  are  LONESOME  here.  ”

@ofhiranur​

despite hiranur’s stay in florence, it was difficult to make it a home - she missed the comforts of those that remained back in the palace. she had been afraid of speaking, unused to the freedom that the harem hardly promoted. the confines of her own quarters brought her comfort and it was in her daily prayers that brought her solace. her worship to allah always went unwavering, her worries often washed away when she had her moments of silence with the almighty only. 

while she had taken up several activities in her spare time, she found all of it to be rather tiresome - practicing her speech in a foreign tongue was exhaustive. she had her fair share of mistakes and while she was always free to rely on another to translate the words, she felt even more useless in that regard. and so, she had taken it upon herself to spend her day with rest, committing to the one hobby that required nothing else but needlework. after several years of practice, she had become quite masterful in the craft and prided herself in making pieces that were personal and hand touched. her days rarely passed by without her journaling either. perhaps it was foolish to be thinking of the days when she would leave the earth, but she wished to write something to keep intact an essence of her voice for those who’d stay behind. 

as she finished the last sentence on the parchment, she was quick to bounce to her feet, setting the papers aside. seeing hurrem brought a bright smile immediately upon her visage. despite formalities, hiranur couldn’t help but dash toward the red haired woman, embracing her immediately. “oh how lovely it is to see you my dearest hurrem. the sultan has been wonderful company but I’m afraid my reclusiveness mainly resides in my fear of speech and my fondness for true home. I miss it dearly.” she gestured for hurrem to sit besides her, motioning the servants to quickly retrieve refreshments. “but your visit has certainly brought excitement into my mundane life. it’s been so long - i have been meaning to send my letters, but to speak to you here in the flesh is far better.” 

“how have you been faring in florence?” gentle as always, a calming smile gracing her features once more. 

[ofhiranur]

point divider / october 14th - october 21st

GIF CHAT / PARA REPLIES (10 points) : 0

EDITS / GRAPHICS (10 points) : 10

MEME RESPONSES (5 points) : 0

SELF - PARAGRAPHS (20 points) :20

CHALLENGES (20 points) :0)

LAST POST LEFT OFF ON (this is for my personal tracking count reasons): XX

TOTAL :  325 + 30 = 355 points.

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