Jamal picked up the bottle of alcohol he had ordered one of his men to get for him and stared at it. He opened it up and drank a large quantity of the drink, wishing his trouble would disappear as the alcohol burned his throat and lungs. He couldn't stop thinking about Roksolana and her rejection of him. Jamal wondered what exactly she hated about him. He took another gulp and sighed.  Even if he had killed her family, it was a normal occurrence during the war. Besides, the number of injuries he had gotten from her was enough to kill a man. Especially the wound she gave him in his left stomach. The injury had nearly gotten infected if it wasn't for his royal physician. So why was that not enough as payback for her? Deciding that he had had enough from her, Jamal emptied the rest of the content in the bottle into his mouth and walked out. 

Jamal woke up with his head pounding. He felt like heavy stones were placed on his neck rather than his normal head. He got up and grunted from the pain he felt for doing such a simple task.  Looking around, the surroundings felt strange yet familiar to him. Where was he? And why wasn't he in his house? He looked around once again and saw that he was in Lady Miriam's house. What was he doing there? The last thing he remembered was him drinking alcohol in his house. He tried to crack his brain but couldn't remember anything else.  He felt someone moaning softly in pain beside him and looked at the person. He was surprised to see Lady Miriam looking like she was in so much pain but was trying really hard to hide it and turned to her immediately. "Are you okay?" Jamal

Jamal felt afraid and vulnerable and got angry at the feelings and the man who had fueled such emotions in him. He needed assurance and comfort from someone. He just walked on without thinking about his destination and became angry when he saw himself standing in front of the kitchen. Why was he here? The woman in there was the last person who would even think about alleviating his worries. As he turned to leave, he saw the kitchen head running towards him and realized that he couldn't leave anymore. "Sultan." The woman bowed to him when she got to where he stood. "To what do we owe such a visit? Did we do something wrong?" The woman asked, shivering and fear reflecting in her voice. Jamal thought she might faint if she continued that way. Was he always inflicting fears even in the heart of the women? How can he get out of the place

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

"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