ENSLAVED PRINCESS:THE REMAKE

Chapter 13

Halimat's POV
"Arrrgh," I groaned touching my head as I got up,my whole body aches a lot.

"Halimat be careful," Zainab scolded holding a cup and rushed to me,here drink up,she said and I stared at the medicine, "I really hate herbs,I prefer orthodox drugs,I know I hate it too," Zainab said,she must've noticed the expression on my face,I took the cup from her and drank it up,if this could relieve me from whatever pain I'm passing through then I'll take it,if only it could heal me from my emotional pain.

"Thank you Zainab."

"Tell that to mother,how are you feeling ?"

............,I didn't reply and stared into space.

"Um ! Halimat I've decided that for the mean time I'll work for prince Murad while you heal."

"No !"

"Come on Halimat."

"I said no !" I yelled and groaned in pain.

"Halimat you can't work like this !"

"Listen......    I said holding her hands in mine,I can't let you work for that man whore of a prince and besides I'm a slave,it's my duty to work in sickness and in health,either the rain falls or sun shines,so don't worry about me," I said and we hugged.

"Oh ! and Halimat,Waliat is spreading rumors about you being the prince's mistress,you have to be careful," Zainab said touching my face sadly and I recalled when he had my leg around him this morning,with his towel around his waist.

"Zainab you worry too much," I said and forced a smile.

"Of course I should,you're like my sister," she said and I smiled even though my cheek hurts.

  Even if Waliat spreads rumours about me I'm not scared because the maids gladly talk about the prince touching them,so if they hear about me they'll feel all I want is power,since I was once a princess,I wonder why he's so bent on laying with me,I heard form Zainab that he flirts a lot with the palace maids,but I still don't know why they are always drooling over him,not like he's good looking.

Queen Adijat's pov{Murad's mother}
I sat in my room looking at my son's pictures from his childhood to the man he is today,I smiled  while looking at them and a drop of tear escaped my eyes,  "Why have you changed so much Murad ?" I asked like he could speak through the picture and more tears kept dropping,the door opened and my husband walked in,I hurriedly dried my tears but I know he has seen me.

"My queen tell me who has caused tears in your beautiful eyes," he said worriedly holding my hands in his.

"It's nothing don't worry."

"It's Murad again isn't it ?"

"Yes...tell me my king,am I a bad mother ? did I fail in my duties as a mother ?"

"No... not at all,if you were a bad mother then both our children would have changed,I'm also very worried about Murad,I dont know what to say and do anymore."

"Why dont we ask Lawal ?" I asked, more like a suggestion,Lawal was the kings advisor and his advices were always the best.

"OK let's go to the throne room,he said and drew and me close to him,don't cry anymore my love," he said and I nodded as we left for the throne room.

In the throne room.
"Salaamaleikum your majesties",Sheikh Lawal a man in his early fifties greeted,he was our Vizier {An important official in some muslim countries}.

"Waleikumsalaam",my husband and I replied.

"May I know what is bothering his majesty and her highness ?"