Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

Roksolana woke up feeling disoriented. The light in the room felt like it could blind her and she closed it back, opening them slowly to adjust her eyes.

When she was finally able to focus, she looked around at her surroundings. The room she was in seemed strange to her but she also felt like she had been in here before. How had she gotten to a room anyway? The last thing she remembered was her still tied to the board and a man standing close to her, looking at her with pity and shame in his eyes. Roksolana felt the man was familiar, she shook her head trying to remember what the man looked like. She gasped loudly and sat up straight in bed. The sudden movement made her head throb and she fell back to the bed.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Asleem.” She said, a single tear sliding down her face.

Jamal felt so angry, he was afraid he would accidentally hurt Roksolana. Why was she thinking about the man even when she was obviously in pain? He took a deep breath in and out to calm himself before he spoke.

“I see that you are awake.” He spoke when he felt calmer.

Roksolana looked around surprised. She was even more surprised to see the Sultan standing by the door, looking at her with some expression she couldn’t comprehend.

She sat up slowly and looked at the room she was in slowly this time. The furniture and setting of the room suddenly made sense to her. She had been there when she had been studying the Sultan’s house, mapping out escape routes. How had she gotten to the room though? She thought looking at the man still standing by the door. This means that the Sultan had been the one who saved her. Then, had she imagined what she thought that she saw? Tears flowed from her eyes and much as she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears.

Jamal watched as Roksolana began to cry. It was the first time he saw the woman break down completely and it broke something in his heart. Was she still in so much pain? Jamal’s feet moved forward of their accord to where she was. He sat down and held her in his arms. Roksolana grabbed him tightly and sobbed without restraint.

Jamal wondered if something else was making her cry other than his initial thought that she was in pain. But he didn’t say anything, he simply held her and let her cry it out.

Roksolana held the person holding her tightly. She felt secured in the arm of the person, feeling like the person was capable of keeping her safe from all danger. So, she let out all the tears she had been trying to rein in. More than knowing that Asleem was dead, she was sad that she had imagined him alive and even more saddened to see that it was all gone. She wished that she hadn’t woken up to such a harsh reality.

Roksolana hated Jamal even more than she already did. She wouldn’t be in so much pain if it wasn’t for him and she wouldn’t have to depend on another person to comfort her. Roksolana stiffened as she realized that she was being held by strong arms.

Realizing that Jamal and she were the only ones in the room and so he must have been the one holding her, she let go of her hold on him. She pushed him away from her when he refused to let go of her.

Jamal let go of the woman in his arm when he realized that she was struggling against him. She must have realized that he was the one holding her. Jamal stared at her intensely, wondering about what was going on in her little head. Perhaps, she was regretting not accepting to be his concubine. He was making her his concubine whether she agreed or not anyway, so that should make her feel better soon. Besides, it would make him feel at peace knowing that she was being taken care of adequately.

Roksolana heard her stomach grumble and held it, bending just a little. How long has it been since she last had a meal? She wondered just how long had she been out. She felt better though, aside from the hunger pang she was having.

“Are you hungry? I’ll have the maids bring in food for you while you take your bath,” Jamal told her.

Roksolana looked at him with murder in her eyes.

“Why would a maid need to serve another maid?” She asked, anger lacing every word.

“You are no longer a maid. I am making you a royal concubine from this moment on,” Jamal answered her.

“And who told you that you can make decisions for me, you murderer?” Roksolana asked.

Jamal was shocked by what Roksolana said to him. He had only been thinking about easing her discomfort. Why couldn’t she just accept his good intentions without making him regret why he makes condensation for her every time?

He watched as Roksolana picked up a chair from the side of the bed and flung it at him. He stepped aside just before the chair could hit him. Angry, he walked to her, knelt on the bed, and held her down before she could pick up another object.

“You would rather live as a maid than be my mistress?” He asked her.

“Yes,” Roksolana shouted into his face.

Jamal felt like he had had enough of her. He let go of her hands and walked away from her.

“So be it.” He told her, then disappeared out the door. He came back a few minutes later with two guards, each on either side of him. “Take her to the kitchen where she will serve starting from today.” He told them.

“Yes, Sultan.” The two guards said simultaneously.

They walked over to Roksolana and each held her by the arm. Jamal turned his back to her as the guards walked out of the room with her. He plopped down on the bed when they were gone, thinking that he might never win her love and affection as long as she thought about her family.

He had contemplated telling her the truth but he was scared she would escape from him along with her family. He preferred seeing her around him seeking revenge than not seeing her anymore. He was obsessed with her and wasn’t ready to let go of her just yet, especially when she might still be in love with Asleem. Jamal felt angry just thinking about the possibility of it.

“I should have Sodeeq double the man’s workload.” He thought. He smiled in a wicked manner before walking out of the room.