TAQKHT - The Throne Of Blood

Parting ways

"The disrespect!" Shareef threw a glass in his room resulting in it shattering into a thousand pieces, he roams around his room furiously still fuming with rage and anger.

 "Is the bath ready?" He shouts.

"Yes, my lord..." the servant shivers.

"Then when were you going to inform me? or were you waiting for the Bath to inform itself?" Shouting at the poor servant, he rages out towards the bath. 

With a large hot tub located inside, the room is totally enclosed. Darkly lit, and the enticing scent of the priceless Oud floating in the air, the room offers Shareef a perfect escape from his rage. Although not completely, he feels at peace. While he slowly undresses, he lets out a small sigh as he enters the hot water. In an attempt to relax, he closes his eyes, but images from earlier flood his mind. In his head, Laila's words played over and over again. The peace in his mind helplessly retreats and anger and rage conquered the fortress of his mind again. 

"How dare she!" he slapped the water.

"Don't be so hard on yourself my lord." A seductive voice said from behind him.

He turned around to see a young woman walking towards him, green shiny eyes, pointed nose and a sly smirk on her red lips, wearing nearly nothing for clothes she walked towards the young prince. Her perfume bewitched the surrounding, easily dominating the odour of the oud present before.

She bent down towards him and placed her hand on his bare chest, slowly travelling below.

"I am not in the mood, chaya" Shareef sighed moving away from her. 

"Are you going to deprive yourself of pleasure, just because of that annoying princess?" Chaya rolled her eyes trying to touch Shareef again.

Shareef caught her hand furiously and pressed hard until the class bangles on her hands broke and the broken glass pierced into her hand. The poor lady shouted in agony, blood dripping from her hand.

"Do not ever disobey me again!" he thundered.

 The woman ran away sobbing while Shareef lowered his head in the warm water.

H liked it in there, he liked how his body felt light in there. He liked how the warm water touched his cold skin. He liked how the whole world went mute and how he could only hear his own heartbeat. He closed his eyes and smiled at the vision of his mother;

"You don't always have to act all tough, Shareef." She advised.

"But they are going to think I am weak." little Shareef replied.

"And why should their thinking bother you?" The woman asked.

"Because they are my friends, I have to maintain my reputation you know?" Shareef replied clearly not understanding the point his mother was making. 

The woman gave out a chortle cradling her belly she said; '"What did I expect from a four-year-old." She ruffled his hair with her other hand.

Shareef shook his head in embarrassment remembering these memories, he always felt peace and calm whenever he remembered his little childhood with his mother.

 But sadly not all the memories are good ones. And fearing this some of us keep them buried deep inside our minds because one memory leads to another... and you don't even realise when those happy giggling memories turn into sad and traumatizing ones.  And that's exactly what happened. Shareef never realized how the sounds of his mother's cheerful laughter turned into painful screams, his brain flooded with memories and he saw it again.