Captured For The Sultan's Pleasure

med happily. Their purple petals shone like the glory of the sun, and a speck of white scattered across among the purple made it look li

scus, the coneflowers, the daisy, and the sunflowers. There was also the milkweed which attracts butterflies and other wildlife around it.

forget-me-not flowers and lay them beside her bed when she was sleeping. She would wake up to find them beside her the next

ays wandering around the world, and they recently found a settlement in Chad. Compared t

a available for them. There were more than enough flowers growing around beautifying the place more than anything else. Huts were scattered throughout

ception being Roksolana. While the men trained, the women could be seen going about other things. Things like cooking, cleani

all animals like rodents for their parents. Others would simply help their parents do their daily jobs.

ple who never engaged in the affairs of the world unless it would have an impact on them. Her father would a

elim Bayezyd had moved the entire tribe away from the only home they had ever known. She was only ten years at the time and her brother, A

s. And why not, when the man always puts the interest of his people first before his needs, before even that of his family. Ev

d the necklace. It helps her feel connected to her mum, especially when she was nervous. The necklace had been a g

yes for her mother while she was alive. Even in her death, the man was still faithful. Roksolana wished she

e kept to the barest minimum and they were treated like family by the members of the Sultan's family. Her father even

ty. She had nearly forgotten what her original mission was. A smile surfaced on her face.

hurry up now, we will be lat

ana shouted while running as f

tting on their hijabs and kimoruns. Roksolana stroked her open head and thought just how mu

oksolana told

ids made to catch up with her. She knew they would never be able to do that. After all, she had been training ever since

a figure standing by the door to the hall of fame. She look

stop running around, my

of the elites that formed the tribe troops. And not just a member, he was the general. His father was a best f

nment of her. He had helped her convince her father to allow her to wear trousers to practice adequately, something her religion frowned u

form dressed as you a

ousers again. It wasn't her fault. As the years rolled by, she h

arguments about whatnot. "Announce my presence." She told him, ending any argument

ana let it slide, knowing that she started it. "Princess Ro

ed, she walked as gently as she could bring herself to. She didn't want to mess up, especially not today. She knew j

the high table close to the Sultan. When she got to her seat, she ruffled Abaan's hair which got her a scowl f

practiced sword skills, he would let her dance every year at the hall of fame. It was a compromise that Roksolana wasn't ready to accept, knowing that women were not al

for every girl child in the Dar Sila tribe. He told her that through what he was doing with her, he hoped the othe

e of the others in joining the competition. It took her a lot of effort and cajoling to get them to change their minds. She hoped that doing this wou

m." The Sultan

m," bowing their heads as a sign of respect to thei

is a day we test our strengths in our chosen fields to know our strengths and weakness

re were 20 competitors in the game and they were divided into groups of two where they were to fight amongst themselves until only two peo

ll, as they consider it an initiation into adulthood. Abaan came first and Roksolana smiled as she saw h

already knew the other man would never have been able to even scratch a single hair off the g

's face and she smiled. The smile must have made the man even more furious because he rushed forward, uncalculating. Roksolana dodged the first attack with her sword and jabb

ashed her right arm with his sword. Roksolana didn't have time to think about the wound as she saw the sword hovering

e needed. She rolled over and slashed the man by his thigh and his left arm. Roksolana heard some

injured and she cried out in pain, nearly dropping the sword in her hand. And that was when the man's plan m

macking the man's head with it. Her opponent was unconscious in a matter of seconds. Roksolana allowed the

va. This was the first time she would be formally competing against Asleem. They had always fought against themselves, but it was for practice purposes. And as f

ome this far, my lady," Aslee

na asked, copy

row you in this fight. And just so you know,

her know who he would choose for her and let her decide if she wanted him. But wi

m warned her just