Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

Roksolana tried to loosen the guard’s hand, holding her arm tightly. Her efforts didn’t yield any positive impact, as the man only tightened his hand more. She nearly cried as the man’s fingers bit into the injuries Lady Miriam had given her earlier.

Roksolana felt angry, thinking about how she had gotten herself into her current predicament. If she hadn’t opened her mouth to the Sultan about what she saw, perhaps she would be resting her wounds right now. She should have just thought of another way to use her ace card rather than babble to the man who calls himself a Sultan. What had she expected anyway? That the man would choose her over his favorite mistress? And now only Allah knows how he would want to punish her. It could be another round of beating or throwing her to another concubine worse than Lady Miriam.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Roksolana grunted as the guard shoved her hard into the house she had just left minutes ago. She had been so lost in thoughts about her life that she hadn’t even realized where the guard was taking her to. Wasn’t she supposed to be thrown into prison or something? Why had he brought her here? How had her life turned out this way? Roksolana thought as she walked around the room, feeling helpless. How had her life gone from being perfect to being miserable in a month? She thought, feeling tears well up her eyes. She let them flow freely, as she plumbed down and wrapped her arms around herself. She missed home. She missed her family. She missed her sultanate.

The sultan had stolen all that from her. He was also the reason why she was in this state. He had brought her here instead of killing her along with her family to suffer. Ever since she came here, she had suffered new injuries every day. She hardly ate a meal in a day and yet, she worked as an elephant. It was all because of that man. She had to take revenge for her family, her tribe, and herself. Until she killed him, the torment and hatred in her heart would never be at rest. She would kill him, even if it was the last thing she did. She just had to think of a plan.

Roksolana got up and wiped her tears as she realized that she was alone in the Sultan’s house. If she wanted to kill him, she had to do it in his house. And fate had just smiled at her, making the guards leave her alone. She had to know the layout of the house if she wanted to get in and out successfully.

Roksolana walked around the room she was in, letting her brain take notice of all the obstacles and possible ways of avoiding them. She took notice of the windows and their structures. She walked towards the first one and opened it slightly, making notes of its creaking sounds. She walked to the second one and was surprised to see a flower garden there. The window was open and rays of the sun fell directly on it. She checked the window of the list of ways to break into the house.

Walking to the inner parts of the room, she noticed four more doors and walked into each one of them. She tried to memorize every detail in each room as much as she could. She also tried each window and noted how loud they sounded when being opened and closed. She noticed that one of the rooms looked deserted like it hadn’t been opened in a long time, the back of the room was also devoid of guards and had a bush covering the area. If she failed in her attempts, the place could serve as an escape route for her.

Taking the stairs, she walked into the first room on her right and came into what looked like a dressing room. She glimpsed through the room and moved to the next one, which seemed to be where the army’s spare uniforms were kept. She closed the door promptly and dismissed the room. Deciding that the guards might come in to check on her, she opened the last door on her path and stilled.

Judging by the appearance of the room, Roksolana knew it belonged to Jamal. She walked into the room and surveyed it, taking note of every detail. The bed, the single chair, and the table, the chest resting at the side of the room. The golden horn is displayed on the wall, along with a sword on each side of it. Roksolana opened the chest and saw that it was filled with different kinds of small weapons, she picked one and pocketed it hoping the man wouldn’t notice the loss of it. Then she walked to the window and looked down, taking note of the height. She walked around the room trying to see if she had missed anything. That was when her eyes fell on a piece of paper that looked like a map. She looked very clearly and saw that it was indeed a map and her sultanate was circled on it, along with other sultanates.

Thinking she heard sounds downstairs, she moved out of the room quickly and closed the door as quietly as she could. She ran down the stairs and heaved a sigh of relief when she didn’t see anyone. She thought about how to get close to the man so she could kill him. Ideas popped into her head. She would think it was the best this minute and then discard it the next minute after finding one or two flaws in them. It was beginning to seem impossible to kill the man since he was always surrounded by his royal guards. Sneaking into the house was also out of the question since Lady Miriam might start looking for her. Even if the woman didn’t, the guards patrolling the house would get her in the act.

“Why must he walk around with so many guards?” Roksolana lamented.

Her face brightened up a minute after that. She would be caught by the guards if she tried to break in unless she was one of them. If she wanted to break into his security, the only way to do that is making herself one of them. All she had to do now was get a uniform. She thought about going upstairs to get one but quickly discarded the notion. She can’t get out of the house with the uniform on her without being discovered. She had to steal one from one of the armies, she just had to think about how to go about it without alerting Lady Miriam or the Sultan or any of the army members.