You are shaking, Valide sultan. I have forgiven your son Alaattin for my interests. But I have no reason to keep you alive! One hundred and fifty chests of gold as a diet, your taxes will be tripled And you will give ten thousand horses! You’re going to scatter your frail army here, too! Make an effort, my son. Lets. Enough! I don’t want it! neither my hand nor my feet, I’m dead, and this bed is my grave! I won’t be able to keep other pusat!
You will, son! You will hold the pusat and you will stand up. There’s no way to go wrong. What do you think dad, where do we go? Osman? His treatment continues, sir. Osman, where will you take Orhan? Dad, where are we going?
Informal bedtime is over, for this we will get out of the room first! Dad, don’t dad. I don’t want them to see me like this. no son. Being a principality is not just being on the battlefield. You will not be in the dark, you will also come to light. But now we go to the drill house. You will neither leave your clown nor your people.
