The Ottomans led by Osman had been deep in
war with the Byzantine Empire. Osman long ago had a dream of conquering the
land that the Catholic Empire. The Catholics laid waste to the holy land of the
Muslim people. The Sultan felt that the land that the Catholic invaders held
belonged to those who followed the “true faith”. This land, fit within his
vision for his new empire and was in his mind the key to uphold a golden age.
Osman Sultan was not sacred of war for most within his position had been
trained by the best in the field. Osman was ready to do what he need to conquer
the infidels at any cost. He knew that there would be great lost of blood and
the ground would be stained within the blood of the fallen.
The
Sultan tried to keep everything flowing smoothly, yet he knew within war there
was always going to be chaos. The one thing that kept the First Sultan of the
Ottoman line: his harem, a common practice within the ancient world. The
Ottoman men at least of high standing under their Islamic faith was able to
uphold four wives, however, those of royal or noble standing can have a harem
of a large number. The harem was not just for those who were special to the
Sultan, but those within his own family, those women who served the family, and
even those women who were just looking for education and safety. Osman cared
nothing more for anyone else besides a Rose from an ancient Royal Roman line.
This
woman above all women within the land was a challenge for Osman, but the Sultan
enjoyed challenges. At first glance, she drew him into her stare, and captured
his very soul. A woman who did not just give into him but made him work to even
be able to speak a few words to her caused the Sultan to dive deeper into the
longing of the rose. He did have another woman in his life that he had heirs
with, but she did not hold the place in his heart as this woman. In tradition,
a lot of the women that the Sultan’s first marry are always arranged, yet it
was not that he did not love Rabia Bala Hatun
and Malhun Hatun, but it was the fact the woman named Boudicca Tenebris
caused him to fall deep in love with her.
Boudicca cared not for what title he
possessed or what family he came from and that was a breath of fresh air. As
soon as, she allowed him to get close to her and allowed him to court her
things to Osman began to change or shift for the better. Over time, Osman and
Boudicca grew closer together, deeper in love, stronger together, and finally
had their own heir together. Boudicca, the princess from an ancient people bore
him a son that would be named Devran Sultan, the first of this name. Yes, Osman
had other children, but the son with Boudicca was the apple of his eye. The
baby Devran was the prince of the world in Osman’s mind and Boudicca the queen
of the world.
Advising and
war talks:
When
it comes to war, advisement of the higher advisors and generals was always on
the books. Osman dislike this because these well-groomed men in war though knew
a great deal of battle was not like Boudicca, who had a different way of giving
advisement to Osman. The men were discussing with the Sultan about the upcoming
battle of Yenişehir lands. The Ottomans had already been at war with the
Catholic Byzantine Empire and this land would fall to the Ottoman no matter
what happens. The meeting had already taken place for over two hours and Osman
was growing tired from all the stress that came with these talks.
A
group of men discussing war can be like going into a tank filled with sharks.
They all wanted to get the Sultan’s ear, but it was a lonely eunuch that caught
the Sultan’s eye as the eunuch ran towards him even going passed the guards.
“My sultan, please hear me. I bring a message from the Byzantines.” The eunuch
said with fear in his voice. Osman quickly told the guards to let the man go
and for the man to speak quieting down the rest of the men. “Yes?” he said with
a raised brow. “Your infant son and those accompanying him except for myself,
and one old nanny was taken by the Catholic infidels.” The man took a deep
breath then continued, “Those who took him told us to say that if you want a
war, they will give it starting with your newborn.” Osman looked at him for a
moment then stood up off the throne causing all in the room to straighten
themselves.
Such
an act is cause for a great war not only because they took young women and men
that oversaw the caring for the young prince, but because the heir to the
kingdom was now in their grip. Osman knew that they would make an example out
of his son or keep him to raise him in the ways of the Catholic religion. The
young women would be enslaved and used for their dreadful lust of men and the
young men would be enslaved as well. Osman and the Ottomans had to think fast
as to how to get them all back safely. First thing on his mind was to send word
to Boudicca about their son, “Quickly, go tell my future queen Boudicca about
our son. Have her come so we may plan. It is her heir as well that is taken and
by Allah, the Catholics will not get away with this.” Osman said with a slight
raised voice. The eunuch gave a nod and ran towards the harem to find the
Sultana.
Meanwhile, Osman slumped down to his
throne once more, put his hand through his hair. The men within the room began
to mutter to themselves about what to do. Osman began to zone out as he waited
for word from his beloved Rose. He still could hear things from the men,
"They did this to force the Sultan's hand. A boy, women, and young men.
This is all to defy the Sultan's reign and make him look weak among those in
Europe." The words from his own advisor stung like a thousand poisonous
darts. He knew they would have to act and quickly, but the thought of his own
son in the clutches of the Catholic scum brought great fear to Osman's heart.
He would drench the Catholic empire in the blood of infidels to get his son
back and safe.
“kutsal savaş”(The Holy War)::There will be hell to pay{Storyline with Sultana Boudicca, Desert Rose}
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Disclaimer: This needs to be noted. This storyline will have historical facts that have been twisted. It shall be noted that it will be done respectfully to the original people throughout the historical timeline.
War is never something to be taken lightly. War always will have innocence taken and blood will always stain the earth red. Every leader should take that into account when going to war or a conquest. Conquest at times is not just for fame and glory, which was the case for Osman. He felt that the Byzantine Empire was on a decline. He had watched from afar it slowly going downhill. Furthermore, it was a matter of religious conquest on top of everything. However, he never thought that his own son would be taken and used against him by his enemies.
The knowledge that had been placed upon the First Sultan’s lap was far too much in truth to bear. The thought that someone using his own son was not something that sat well with him. Anger roared all over his body upon hearing the news mixed with sudden fear not just for his son but for the fact that once his beloved Desert Rose found out than all hell would break loose. It is never wise to try to take a mother lioness’ cub from her. This could be a huge shift in the conquest which now needed to be put on pause until Osman and Boudicca’s son was returned to them.
Feeling a familiar glare of Saiman’s eyes upon him, the First Sultan turned his gaze to look at him. He turned his head to face him for a moment before letting out a sigh, “she is going to kill me but.” He took a moment to pause gathering his thoughts. Heavy is the crown that he wore at that moment and heavy was his heart as fear swept over him like a wave. The First Sultan was a ruler and protector over his people, yet he would always put his family first. The enemies knew exactly how to pin him to a wall.
“Sultan, regardless of how you feel about these people the focus needs to be on your son and what comes from when Sultana finds outs.” Saiman said with a stern look on his face. Osman sighed again knowing that it was the truth. If he had not wanted to conquer and have a home for his people then maybe none of this would have happened. He ran his fingers through his hair for a moment then buried his face into his hands before speaking again, “Saiman. Please investigate this matter to see who all is involved our Catholic enemies or someone deeper.” He took another deep breath, “See if there is someone that has a connection to the kidnappers that means to harm my queen.” he replied sitting up straight once more.
Saiman bowed his head just as the First Sultana came into the room. The Grand Vizier along with the other men in the room turned their heads out of respect for her. The men always did this for those within the harem especially the those within the inner secret or of royal bloodline. Respect was everything and honor would go right along with it. Osman upon Boudicca entering the room and laid eyes on her stood up to meet her. When she took his hand and squeezed it, Osman took a moment to listen to her. Anyone could hear it in her voice that she was truly a mother. Taking a deep breath to answer the best he could without shattering her world. He could hear in her voice the shaking within it though still strong.“Our son was taken by those who are for the Byzantine Empire. Saiman will go to investigate more on this matter. I am not sure, my Desert Rose but I feel this has a connection to someone who knows you. Can you think of anyone who would want to do you harm or use our son for that matter?” he asked in a calm tone in his voice.
Waving his other hand, Osman signaled for Saiman and a small group of men to investigate the matter. He pulled her into his embrace. “I swear to you; the heavens and earth will be searched for him. We will find it. We will get our son back and whoever did this will pay with their lives. If I must darken the sand with blood that turns into a river. I swear it.” He replied with his thick Turkish accent.
“kutsal savaş”(The Holy War):{Storyline with Sultan Osman}
That morning was like any other morning, the sky was clear not a cloud to be seen and she knew that Lion would be busy with his meetings this morning, so she went about her daily duties but she couldn’t shake this feeling that something was about to happen or already had. As she walked through the hallways of her home with her lady in waiting Aaliyah at her side and her guards trailing behind her. She was well aware of the traditions that came with the title of Sultan and none of it bothered her, she always treated everyone with kindness and respect..unless you did something that harmed the family or the court of her Lion, The Sultan Osman. It was only then, that you would see a side of Boudicca that nobody wanted to see, she was very protective of those she loved, her family and friends. She would always be there to make sure that they knew that she would always have their backs, no matter what would happen.
She turned the corner that led out into the private garden and smelled the flowers first, the roses and Lilies were always her favorite, she turned to Aaliyah and motioned to the table that was set up outside so they could have their breakfast. She watched as the guards took their place around them as they sat down. She still couldn’t shake that feeling that something wasn't right and decided she would get ahold of her sisters later, to see if everything was alright. She hadn’t spoken to them in a while and she missed them dearly but she knew that they had things going on just like she did but she would definitely make time to see them. She smiled as the ladies of the family sat down, her eyes moved to each of the ladies and even though she wasn’t the Sultan’s first wife, they all respected her and she respected them. Each one knew that Boudicca would always be there for them.
After saying their prayer, they slowly began to eat and talk about things that needed to be done and things that they were planning to do. Boudicca liked the times like this because it gave them time to get to know each other better and help each other if someone has a problem or just needed to talk. The conversation around the table was about the birth of Prince Draven. The excitement was seen on all the women around the table and even some of the guards smiled but said nothing. It was at this moment that a eunuch that always accompanied the Sultan entered the gardens, stopping all conversation. Everyone looked at him as he stopped and bowed before making his way over to the Sultana Boudicca, bowing again. “ Forgive this intrusion, Sultana. The Sultan sent me to tell you that he has received word about your son. The caravan he was in was attacked…” Boudicca moved so quickly and was on her feet along with everyone else. “ They took Prince Devran as a hostage and no one else was spared.” Boudicca could hear the crying coming from the other women in the garden but her thoughts were on her son. “ The Sultan requests your presence, Sultana.” The anger, the pain and hurt that ripped through her was something that she had never experienced before. She felt a soft gentle hand touch her arm and she looked over at the one that touched her, seeing one of the other wives standing next to her. “ Go..I will take care of everything here.”
Boudicca didn’t think twice before she was rushing out of the garden. She knew that she had to calm down, she could feel her powers coming to the surface and the last thing she wanted was to lose control. She controlled her breathing as she rounded the corner where she knew that the Sultana and his war department was, the guards seeing her right away opened the doors before she even got them, bowing as she rushed inside. She didn’t care about anyone else in the room, her eyes met the Sultan’s and she made her way over to him. She could see the look on his face and knew without a doubt that what she had been told was true. Everyone moved out of her way as she stood in front of Osman. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, she could see the anguish on his face, it was the same one she had on her’s. “ Tell me what happened? Who took our son?” Her voice shook but was strong, the last thing he needed was her breaking down, she needed to be strong for him and their son. She had a feeling that she already knew who had taken him and she swore with every fiber of her being that they all would pay with their lives.
