Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

After they got away from the fighting ring, Jamal stopped dragging her along with him at a fast pace and just walked slowly but he still didn’t let go of her hand that he held on to. Roksolana didn’t mind how fast or slow they walked because her mind was centered on the burnt scar she had seen and not on the speed of their walking pace. Each time she tried to erase the doubt in her mind that the scar wasn’t the same as that of the assassin, her head kept reminding her that she was just trying to cover up for the general.

As soon as they got into the mansion that the Sultan lives in, Roksolana saw Jamal looking at her in an odd manner and she wondered what was going on in his mind. Could he be angry because she had gone to the ring without informing him first? Although she did get permission from him to train, she realized that she should have still let him know when she was going. If she hadn’t gone through it, she might never have had the chance that she got today. This brings her back to the general and the question she wanted to ask the Sultan about him. So, she spoke up before Jamal had the chance to say anything to her.

“Jamal, can I ask you something?” she asked him.

Jamal heaved a sigh. Did she think that he was going to reprimand her? No, he wasn’t since he was proud of her. He just felt that she shouldn’t have tried to push the fight further when the general had dropped his weapon. He took her to a seat, sat down, and pulled her into his lap.

“What were you going to ask, love?” Jamal said, playing with her hijab.

Love? Roksolana thought as thousands of bells sounded in her heart at the word. She looked at Jamal and the man quickly cleared his throat.

“It was a slip of the tongue. What were you going to ask?” he gritted out. When the lady in his arm just waved it off, he exhaled. Alhamdulillah that she hadn’t thought about it or she might be up from his lap and out of his house by now.

“About the general?” Roksolana answered in the form of a question, her breath a little disheveled. Hearing the Sultan call her love had disorganized her a little. When he had revoked the word, she had felt hurt by it but she hadn’t let it show.

“Sodeeq? What about him?” Jamal asked. He was still playing with the hijab but when he got tired of it, he removed it, revealing her locks of hair.

“Has he always been loyal to you?” she asked. Jamal smelled the locks of hair he had in his hand before he answered with a hmm that sounded bothering like an answer and a pleasure.

“Have you ever noticed anything odd about him?” she asked again. This time, Jamal stopped playing with the hair in his hand and looked at her.

“Why are you asking?” he asked her.

Roksolana bit her lower lips as she contemplated if she should tell him her observation or not. She shook her head in indecision on the matter. What if she told him that she thought that he was an assassin, only for her to be wrong? With the kind of temper the Sultan has, Roksolana was sure he would have beheaded the general first, then asked questions later. It would be better if she investigated first, then she can tell him if it turned out to be the truth.

Besides, with what he had experienced in the past with the matters concerning his well-being that she had warned him about and there had been no positive response, she wasn’t sure she was ready to go through the doubt again. It hurt her a little when she remembered how in the past she had warned him about his favorite mistress and he had done nothing but doubt her. Roksolana also remembered how she had suffered severe beatings because of that.

But the hurt she felt at those experiences didn’t hurt as much as it did before each time she revisited them. Even though she couldn’t recognize the reason behind the lack of emotions, she knew that being in the arms of the Sultan who had caused her pain was also part of her healing process. She waved the thought away and looked at the Sultan .

“It’s nothing,” she answered and kissed him on the cheek. Maybe it was because she was always happy whenever she was with him. But for now, she would not dwell on the pain of the past.

“It’s nothing. I was just curious about him a little,” she answered the Sultan and kissed him on the cheek to reassure him.

Jamal held her face up and returned her peck on her lips. Instead of drawing away from her, he pushed his tongue into her mouth to give him more access to her lips and gently deepened the kiss. Roksolana accepted the kiss readily and greedily. Ever since they’ve been in a sexual relationship for about six months, all Roksolana had to do was just show a little interest and Jamal would take charge of everything else like he was doing now. Before they could go further, a loud knock sounded on the door and they broke free from each other.

“What?” Jamal yelled in the usual tone he used whenever anyone interrupted their lovemaking.

“Maybe I come in, Sultan ? It’s a very important matter,” Aabdeen said from outside.

“Just come in,” Jamal yelled. He noticed that for the first time since they had been together, Roksolana wasn’t scrambling out of his hold like she always did, even when she heard him command his physician to come in.

“Sultan . Lady Roksolana,” Aabdeen greets the two of them with a bow.

Roksolana smiled at the other man first to answer his greeting. Then, she kissed Jamal lightly on the lip before she got up.

“I’ll leave you two to discuss then,” she announced to the two men.

“Stay, Dawn,” Jamal told her.

“What if it’s a diplomatic discussion that concerns the sultanate?” Roksolana asked.

“Do I look like I care? I just want you to stay,” the Sultan told her.

Roksolana thought about it for only three seconds before she shook her head in the negative and walked away from the room. While she was happy that the Sultan had finally trusted her enough to let her stay while they were discussing the affairs of the land, she would rather take the opportunity to investigate the general since she still had doubt in her mind over what she had seen.

She went straight to Lady Miriam’s home with the thought that she could persuade the woman to tell her who her lover was by telling her that would relinquish her right as the harem’s leader back to the woman. Or she could manipulate the woman or even threaten her to tell her the truth. Roksolana doesn’t mind which one of the options it was as long as she was able to get answers from her. One thing she did know for certain was the fact that Lady Miriam was the only person who could tell her the identity of the strange man.

When she got there, she knocked on the door but there was no response. Roksolana didn’t think that was a good idea to leave since there was a threat hanging on the Suites head and she needed to do anything she could to protect him, so she flung the door open. The expensive living room was empty, so she walked straight to Lady Miriam’s room. The sight she saw made her stomach recoil in disgust and fear. Before she could control herself, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Sodeeq stood up from where he had been strangling Lady Miriam to death when he heard the loud scream. He had been so engrossed in his anger to kill Lady Miriam that he hadn’t realized that someone had gotten into the room with them and had seen him in the act. To crown it all, it was even the nosy harem leader that had discovered his scar earlier and had looked at it in curiosity. Sodeeq was sure that she knew something about the scar and that was why it had shocked her so much. He saw her trying to run away from the room and he knew that he had to stop her.

After Roksolana got over her shock of seeing the general strangling Lady Miriam, she turned on her heels and tried to run out of the house to get help. But she could take about five steps, a strong hand held her by the arm and pulled her back roughly. She fell on her backside and growled. When she saw the general crouching to her lower height, she tried to get up but he pulled her down. With no other option coming up in her mind, she did the only thing that she could at that moment which was to scream.

Sodeeq slapped Roksolana when he heard her scream again. It was a good thing for him that the guards that had been stationed to protect Miriam had been called off after she had been dethroned as the harem leader, otherwise, they would have all trooped in. Still, he knew that he had to do something about the woman that had seen him kill Lady Miriam. He couldn’t let her go unless he doesn’t mind being snitched on by her to the stupid man that called himself Sultan .

He smiled as a thought came to his mind. He looked at the lady in front of him in such a malicious way, he saw fear radiating on her face and that gave him joy. When he saw her open her mouth again to say something, he picked up the heavy chair beside him and smacked it on her head. He watched as she slumped down and fainted immediately. He turned to the still body of Lady Miriam to see if she was still alive and saw that life was completely gone out of her. He knew that even if he hadn’t killed her, she wouldn’t have lived past three more days but she had annoyed him with her talk of love and he had lost control.

He bundled Roksolana with a rope he got from the room. He didn’t want her to wake up and make another commotion. Before anyone would come looking for Lady Miriam again and discovered the situation in the room, he picked Roksolana up and made his way out of the old harem leader’s room through the route he had always taken and went away from the house and the dead body in it. He patted the unconscious woman on his shoulder and smiled when he thought about how he was going to use her as a bargaining chip with the Sultan . The Sultan ‘s life for his current favorite mistress.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.