Roksolana wished she could kill the man in that instance as she looked around and saw everyone staring at her, jealousy reflecting in their gaze. All except Seyiddah and Khadijat who both looked happy for her.
She knew that the Sultan had just given her more trouble than she could bear. They already hated her, even when she had done nothing wrong. Getting chosen to be the Sultan's maid seemed like a big deal to the kitchen maids and Jamal had chosen her, putting her in an even bigger mess. What had she ever done to deserve all the trouble and pains?
"Okay, everybody. Go back to work. The meals won't cook themselves." The kitchen head said, dismissing everyone.
Afterward, she called Roksolana to the side and explained her job as the Sultan's maid. Some of which includes
Jamal fingered his clean-shaven mustache and regretted letting Roksolana get away from him. After all, he had gone through all the trouble because of her. How did she fail to see his handsome look? He wondered as he looked into the vanity resting on a table beside his bed, smiling.She probably hadn't noticed because she was busy trying to swallow the salty rice she had brought for him, Jamal thought smiling. He wondered if he had been too hard on her earlier, but he shook his head against it, reminding himself that he could have been crueler than that. His whole thought was already centered on her and he wondered if he would be able to get any sleep at all. Jamal's body screamed at the feelings he was arousing in them.Roksolana got back to the kitchen and hurriedly dropped the food into the waste bin, not wanting the kitchen
As she opened her mouth to reply to him, Jamal kissed her lightly on the lips. He felt a little resistance from her and smiled"I won't hurt you, I promise. I won't do anything you don't like." He told her, still kissing her lightly amidst the words.It should be good since he had promised not to go beyond what she wanted, Roksolana thought. She was tired of fighting with her body every time she was near the man. For once, she wanted to know what she was feeling. She wanted to be able to define exactly what she was always feeling for the man. She wanted to know why she was always having the feeling only when she was with the Sultan. As Jamal kissed her lips again, she opened up to him.Jamal relaxed instantly when Roksolana's mouth opened up for him. He had been so worried t
"What?" Jamal yelled."Sultan, the janissaries sent words that they've thought about a solution." A man's voice answered.How had he forgotten about the threat to his sultanate? He should be looking for a solution to his predicament right now. He felt Roksolana push at him and he let go of her."Sultan?" The man called again.He had to finish his talks with her though."I'm busy. Get lost," Jamal yelled at the man.He turned to look at Roksolana and saw that she had dressed up and was trying to escape from the room without his notice. He held her firmly by the hand, preventing her from leaving. He
Lady Miriam turned to look at the man clad in black who flew into her room through the window. She watched as he sat at the edge of her bed, refusing to talk to her. She managed to sit up and rested her head on his arm. The man shrugged away from her. Miriam knew that he was angry at her and it was all the Sultan's fault. She moved closer to him again, wrapping her arms around his waist this time."How could you be so careless? You knew how important that pregnancy was in the plan." The man spoke, anger reflected in his voice.Lady Miriam explained to him how the sultan had come to her in the middle of the night drunk and how she had thought it was a good opportunity to make him the owner of the pregnancy. She explained how the Sultan had kicked her to the floor in the stomach and how she couldn't scream for help, knowing that she wa
Roksolana let go of the dagger handle. Her mouth was wide open and her hands trembled. She had expected Jamal to dodge the sword. He could have dodged it easily, so why hadn't he? Seeing him in pain hurted her beyond words. She ran to his side and helped him up."You really stabbed me, Dawn?" Jamal asked her, as he sat down on the bed.He knew it was her? No wonder she had felt like he was just toying with her earlier."Why didn't you dodge the attack?" Roksolana asked."Because… I wanted to… see if you would really… hurt me," Jamal said, stretching each word.A single tear slid down her face and she swiped it away.
Jamal opened his eyes and squeezed them shut. The light in the room hurted his eyes and his head ache. He let about five minutes go by and slowly opened his eyes, this time taking in the source of the blinding light and saw it was from the window. He looked around the room and saw a kettle boiling on a makeshift cooking stove. A man with his back to Jamal bent low over the fire, fanning the flame to life. He couldn't take in the light anymore. He tried placing his right hand over his eyes to calm himself and screamed at the pain he felt from the exercise. The man fanning the fire dropped the kettle he was holding back on the stove and rushed to Jamal's side.He helped Jamal rest back on the bed, placing the cover over him. Jamal wondered how long he had been out as his entire body felt stiff. He touched his upper chest and winced at the pain he felt. He hadn't thought the wound Roksolana gave
Roksolana looked around at the room she was kept in since three days ago, void of any furniture. She blamed herself for being in this predicament. If she hadn't trusted her kidnapper, she wouldn't be in this mess. The only thing she comforted herself with was the fact that she had no way to know what was running in another person's mind. And given the circumstances she had been in, she had had no choice but to trust. She looked up as she heard footsteps approaching. When she saw that it was her kidnapper, she looked away."Still angry, my lady?" The man asked.Roksolana refused to answer him. He had lied to her after all. She had woken up in this shabby room instead of a ship as he had promised. He had tied her up when she had tried to run away. And then, he had refused to answer any of her questions. Forget about the questions
Aabdeen stared at the royal seal he was holding in his hand, twisting it around. With this single seal in his hand, he was the most powerful man in the sultanate aside from the Sultan. He could control anyone however he wants and they would obey, regardless of their positions. He knew that the Sultan only gave it to him because he thought that Aabdeen didn't know what it was meant for. Or it could be because Sultan Jamal needed to find that maid. Who was the maid anyway and while had the Sultan been so worried about her? Perhaps, if he finds out, he could make use of the opportunity in a way that would suit his sultanate.Aabdeen couldn't believe the luck that had shined on him while he was sneaking around. He had run across a guard who had been running around and Aabdeen had demanded to know about what was going on, seizing the opportunity when the man had told him that their sultan was badl