Forty-Eight

The four concubines of King Malik were seated, there was a cup of tea in the hands of each one of them, with a different shape of cookies on a tray in front.

The concubines were enjoying the delicacies, examining the Queen's chamber, there were different thoughts in their minds, some loved the decoration taste of the queen, and some scoffed seeing how the Queen decorated her chamber in a high taste.

"Did the king visit the Queen's chamber last night?" one of the concubines asked. They began to look at one another, finding the one that would answer the raised question.

"Are you not afraid of your head, you are in the Queen's chamber, and you dare to ask this question, what if she heard?"

"I don't care, it can't be more painful than our husband's torture. The king has refused to touch us since we married him, yet we survive" The Concubine named Sheba replied.

"You know, we can't blame the king, we should blame our parents who forced us on a man who didn't have feelings for us. Is not at