Love Of The Sultan

Await the poison

A/N

To the negative comment that put me off, read the finished story before judging how I portray anything... thanks :-/

Nadine unlocked her door. 'It's time to get out' she thought as she swerved into the spacious passageways. She had changed after marriage and this bothered her. No more freedom around a place that is meant to be hers. No breathing room and she doesn't even know what this palace actually looks like. No, she wants it back.

She creeped through the palace, thinking of what to do first. Food. her immediate answer was to scour the kitchen. However, Nadine didn't know where the kitchen was. The smell of food hit her nose momentarily in a spicy dance. She listened for the sounds of sizzling oil. She creeped around a few more coridoors and found it; the needle in a haystack. She found a cook in there, a female with tied back ringlets and near black eyes. She looked to see what was happening, someone must have been hungry. "Bring me a glass of milk" a woman demanded.

The maid nodded "shall I bring it to your room?" she asked. "No, give it to me and you leave the kitchen" the woman demanded. A light hand darted out, a green cloak covered her arm. It must be someone from the palace. Nadine's heart pumped faster. She watched guards walking around and whispering to each other. She hid to the shadows.

"What's going on?" the woman turned to the maid who handed her a glass of milk. "There's an intruder in the palace, someone found the back gates open and they think someone must have slipped in. You must not be here right now" the maid sounded scared as if a murderer where to jump out and get them. Nadine look in a deep breath. She already met the intruder.

"You go then and keep the doors to the maids quarters locked, I wonder which sick man would dare come in a lions den" the woman instructed. "But.." "Go." the woman countered as the maid scurried out of the kitchen, Nadine stayed hugged to the shadows of the urns placed in corner outside the kitchen.

She looks through the window cut into the wall that was covered by a net veil. The oil lamps brought out the woman's face. She looked older, maybe forty with teenage children. She looked as if she had former beauty that had slowly diminished over the years.

The woman takes out a small glass bottle. She holds it in her hands and stares at it with a blank expression and then she smirks. Adding it to the milk, he eyes dart around, searching. "Drink this Malika, and you'll have a peaceful sleep" she muttered under her breath but loud enough to reach close-by ears.

That milk is meant for Nadine and judging the bottle, she can tell that it's poison. The woman's face gives it away.

Nadine scurried slowly back to her room and awaits the poison. She listens in the corridors to hear the footsteps as she sits on her bed with her doors firmly shut. Her eyes start to flutter, it must be so late at night.

The doors open to reveal Raees. His face has no emotion written on it except she can feel it when his eyes first lay on her. He firmly shuts the door and places his sword onto the side of my bed.

"Sleep Nadine" he orders. She stayed still as if the command didn't register.

Raees looked at her with his grey eyes. Nadine was bad at keeping eye contact, she never wanted to share anything. What if people saw what's inside of you? it was like revealing your naked body to someone.

She looks away.

Raees lies next to her and dims the oil lamps. He says nothing and eventually his breathing becomes steady and peaceful. Nadine finds herself in the same state.