Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

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.

He staggered as he walked. He didn’t even remember where it was that he had wanted to go. He hissed when he saw himself stopped at the kitchen maids room.

Everywhere seemed quiet and Jamal realized that they were all sleeping already. Staggering, he made it to the door and lifted his hands to knock. He seemed to catch himself in time and stopped. He turned away from the door and walked away, thinking that it was better to go to Lady Miriam who was already ready for him.

Somehow, he made his way to lady Miriam’s home. Jamal banged the door very loudly when he got there. Lady Miriam opened the door and he walked inside without waiting to hear whatever she was saying.

He pushed himself to the bed and watched as Lady Miriam walked into the house with a smile on her face. He patted the space beside him on the bed and beckoned for her to come. Jamal watched as she took off her dress and lay down beside him, he turned to her and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” He said, drunkenly.

Lady Miriam glanced at the man on the bed whose breath was filled with alcohol. She wondered what had gone wrong with him that brought him here when he had avoided her like she was some sort of plagues. She was beginning to think about her situation and how to get out of it.

Smiling about the luck that had just shined on her, she kissed him back deeply. She was surprised when he opened up to her kiss, even more surprised when he cupped her breast. He rolled her to his side until he was on top of her and kissed her some more.

Jamal squeezed the breast he was holding roughly. His body felt on fire for the woman under him. He moved his lips to her neck and sucked gently, making her moan.

The moaning brought back his sanity. It sounded so different from the moaning he was used to. He looked down at the woman under him and got up so fast his head throbbed. He landed back on the bed and heard a small cry of someone. Managing to move away from the woman, he rested his arm on his eyes to keep his head from exploding.

“Sultan?” He heard someone calling and wondered who that was.

He felt someone touching him and slapped the hands away. He felt dizziness get hold of him and closed his eyes. The hand reappeared again, this time rubbing his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw a strange woman he couldn’t recognize. Jamal felt irritated by the touch. He just wanted only Roksolana to touch him. So, he kicked the woman away from him. Succumbing to the sleep that had been trying to capture him, he fell into pure bliss ignorant of what had happened.

Lady Miriam held her stomach and cursed the Sultan for kicking her in the stomach. Her stomach felt like it was on fire and hurt her. A few seconds later, she saw blood running down her legs, forming a little pool under her, and nearly screamed. She kept it in, knowing that she couldn’t let anyone know what was going on. She wasn’t supposed to be pregnant in any case.

Managing to get up, she cleaned herself up as best as she could and changed into new clothing. She also managed to clean the floor, making sure no bloodstain was left behind. When she was done, Miriam felt like killing Jamal. She only managed to control herself, knowing that she would be executed for killing the Sultan of the sultanate.

She laid down on the bed quietly praying to Allah for the protection of her baby and vowing to kill the sultan if her baby was gone.