Twisting and turning sleep just didn't seem to want to grace me with its presence. Mahmoud freed me over a week ago and he still hasn't done anything to fix the situation he thrust upon the both of us. Hatice has been sick a while and some think she's pregnant while others think she's been poisoned and the doctors have yet to examine her tomorrow, more and more things have been piling up on me and it's making me want to go crazy.
I shut my eyes tightly as I felt sleep creep up on me but it was snatched away from when someone opened the door. Not wanting to converse with whoever came in the room I continued to act asleep. I felt the bed dip down beside my legs making me widen my eyes as someone continued to crawl up the bed. I closed my eyes again feeling fear creep up on me.
"It's finally your end mother of boys" Someone whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at the person. It was a woman I've never seen before, she froze hand mid-air ready to strike me down the dagger her fingers were tightly closed around and eyes wide from shock.
"Who are you?" I asked fearfully. She moved so she was sat on my stomach smirking. I tried to push her off but that didn't work and she stayed seated atop of me. trying to strike me down with the dagger but I didn't stop fighting her. How did she come in? Where were the aghas?
"Someone help!" I yelled thrashing around. She slapped a hand over my mouth as the dagger flew from the other hand which she wrapped around my throat. She let go of my mouth for a second which I used to my advantage to scream but a pillow was placed on my face blocking any other sound from coming out of my mouth. I felt cold air rush through my body as the blanket was pushed off of the bed in all of my thrashings and turning.
I managed to grab a fist full of her hair and pulled as hard as I can. She fell off me and laid down beside me letting out a curse of pain. I scrambled off the bed and ran to the door. I froze when I opened the door to find Zeynep laying on the floor on her stomach and her face towards me with blood running down her mouth, eyes wide and laying in a pool of her own blood.
"Come back here, you bitch" The woman behind me hissed pulling me back by my hair and threw me on my back on the floor before getting on top of me with her dagger in hand. She raised her hand ready to strike me down once and for all. Suddenly she was pulled off of me groaning in pain. I turned to see my sister and Daphne holding her in place but she managed to get out of their grips. She smashed Albina's head against the wall before kicking Daphne in the stomach. Meantime I stood up and took a hold of the iron stick we use to move around the burning wood in the fireplace.
"Don't come any closer" I warned backing up from her as she started advancing towards me. She took a hold of the other end of the stick, my eyes widened as she had no reaction to her hand sizzling as she held the hot end of the stick and pulled it throwing it somewhere in the room, and continued stalking towards me. The doors burst apart, they were still open from when I almost escaped, and Mahmoud was stood in the doorway. His eyes widened when he saw me pressed up against the wall with this unknown woman standing in front of me with a dagger in hand.
"You traitor" He growled running over and grabbing her by her hair making her cry out in pain. He pulled her hand back and held it behind her back which forced her to drop the dagger from the pain. Harem aghas ran in behind Mahmoud and over to him taking the woman from him and pulled her out of my room, she didn't utter a word or fight but her glare didn't leave my shaking body as she was being pulled out of the room.
"Neslihan" I turned to look at Mahmoud who called out my name stepping closer but not touching me. I wanted to hug him so badly but I couldn't, the price of being free is not being able to be near him.
"Albina" I remembered and ran past Mahmoud to my unconscious sister on the floor. Daphne was holding her up trying to wake her up but nothing worked. I looked at the wall where she was hit and saw blood on it. I kneeled down beside my sister and turned her head towards me to see a huge gash running down from her hairline to her right eyebrow. Aghas ran in by Mahmoud's orders and took her to the infirmary.
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Historical FictionSultan Mahmoud was the most lustful sultan the Othman empire has ever known since it rose from nothing to the strong dynasty it is now. He was a womanizer and the whole dynasty knew that but they didn't care as long as he was leaving for campaigns t...