Meeting The Sultana [Prt.1 COMPLETED]

CHAPTER 25

I put down the paint brush I was holding and picked up the pencil on the side of the palette. I was done with what I was doing and it took me four hours and forty minutes to finish it, while the Sultana was still busy with her canvas.

I grabbed the pen and started to put my signature on the side of the canvas, I looked at what I had done and smiled, done, another piece of art again inspired by female nudes.

I looked at the watch on my wrist and it was only a few minutes and five hours would be over.

"I'm done with my task, My Sultana. Our time will end in just eight minutes ". I remind her.

"I'm almost done Mr. Ferderico". She whispered. I just nodded and stood up, I approached the wine jar and poured a little into the wine glass.

"You've been sitting in that position for five hours, aren't your feet sore?". I asked her, trying not to see her artwork.

"I'm used to Mr. Ferderico. Before I became Sultana on this continent I experienced not eating for five days, standing for seven days, sitting in this position for four days, sometimes you just shouldn't be looking at just what a woman can do ". She said deeply. My mouth formed an O shape because of what she said.

I admire this woman so much, she did all that to deserve to sit in the Sultan’s seat. A princess of a palace should not experience such suffering, but based on what she says she really did everything she said.

"I apologize My Sultana. But if what you said is true I admire you for what you have gone through". I stated.

"There's no reason to apologize Mr. Ferderico. How many more minutes do I have left?". She asked me. She still doesn't look at me and she focuses on what she's doing.

"You still have four minutes to finish that artwork Sultana". I said. Once the clock rang the Sultana stood up with her large canvas. She looked at me for a second and she adjusted her dress.

How many times can I say this but, she's so beautiful to look at in her clothes, It's just sad because I don't have a chance to see her face, but even so I still have to find a way to make her portrait, for now I have to think first of the way how can I accomplish my mission.

"Are you ready to show me your second task?". I asked her. She looked at me again and in her canvas.

"Yes, but before that I want to ask you something.". She said. I looked at her intently and noticed that her grip on the fabric of her dress was tightening.

"You can ask me anything My Sultana.". I answered. She bowed for a moment and also looked up and faced me.

"You're a psychologist aren't you?". She asked me. I just nodded.

"I am, why?". I asked confused.

"If you saw a photo, or something that could remind you of someone, would you remember if you had permanent memory loss?". She asked me. I bit my thumb finger and I knew I was doing a bad habit but I couldn’t stop.

"No. Amnesia can be permanent and you won't remember anything even if you see something". I answered. I wonder at her question.

"Do you have any memory lost?". I asked her.

"Nothing. Is there a cure for such a disease?".

"There's no cure for that My Sultana.". I said simply. She turned around and brought her canvas closer.

"Show me what you did first, I was the first to present earlier so it's your turn Mr. Ferderico". She said. I just nodded and approached the canvas leaning on the table.