Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

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 wasn’t supposed to be pregnant. How she hadn’t gotten help until the morning and how she came to know that she had lost the pregnancy.

“You could have come to me that night.” The man said.

“I didn’t want to risk being discovered,” Lady Miriam told her.

“I’ll make sure I kill him tonight.” The man said getting up.

Before Lady Miriam could say anything else, the man was out of the room disappearing the same way he came. She wished he would stay with her for a while, but it was useless. The man was as cold as the Sultan, if not colder.

The only time he was warm to her was whenever she did something right or whenever they were having sex. She blamed the Sultan for making her bed empty that night. If she hadn’t lost the pregnancy because of him, then her lover wouldn’t be angry with her. And the Sultan hadn’t even bothered to check up on her.

True, she had lied to him about the reason for her ailment, but he should have at least shown some care for her as his mistress. If he died tonight, then she would be happy. That means she can be with whoever she wants freely. She prayed for the safety of her man to Allah before she lay down on the bed again.

Roksolana tiptoed to the windows by the side of the room as carefully as she could. Praying that she was right about the window she was about to open, she heaved a sigh of relief when the window didn’t creak.

Peeping into the room, she saw that it was clear of any presence. Looking around to be sure that no guards were coming, she jumped into the house. She walked up the stairs, pausing every time she thought she heard a sound. Roksolana made it up the stairs and walked to the room she was sure belonged to the Sultan.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Jamal heard soft footsteps approaching his room and stilled. He wondered who had dared to approach him, a Sultan without fears. Even though the person was trying hard not to make any sound, he failed in this aspect. Jamal got up quickly and picked up his sword. He got back into the bed, hiding the sword under his covers, and waited for whoever had dared to approach him. If the person had come looking for death, then he was willing to give it to him.

Roksolana opened the door to Jamal’s room and saw that he was sleeping. She thought about leaving but shook her head to chase the thoughts away. She couldn’t soften against the man who had killed her family. Moving silently into the room, she drew out the small sword as she got closer to the bed. As she raised the dagger to stab him, she saw Jamal open his eyes and rolled out of the bed with a sword in his hand.

Jamal looked at the figure clad in black trying to kill him and realized that he recognized her, even through her disguise. Was she still trying to kill him? Despite how close they had gotten? If she was looking for someone to practice with, then he would give her that.

He watched as she launched towards him with the dagger in her hand and lifted his sword to block her move. She really wanted to kill him? He thought as he got to his feet. Roksolana jabbed him at his side with her elbow before he could balance. Jamal grabbed her arm and tried to dislodge the sword from her arm but failed. He winced as Roksolana gave him a blow on his cheek and he wondered what he had done to her to make her so angry at him.

Jamal decided to play with her for a while. Twisting his sword, he impeded her movement, and he saw a surprise register in her eyes. Making use of the opportunity, Jamal placed his sword on her neck. He watched as Roksolana moved backward, only stopping when she got to the bed and he followed. Jamal dropped his sword from her neck when he got to her. Roksolana launched forward immediately, the dagger raised. Jamal watched as the dagger embedded itself into his upper chest in surprise. The sword he held fell with a clang to the floor and he fell to his knee holding his chest