The Sultan's Seduction

Please enjoy this story for what it should be, A pigment of my imagination :D

Thank you to the beautiful Aysha Khatun  for making the beautiful cover.

So enough of this now read and please enjoy!

Interlude

The Sultan would not go to bed with one of his woman, Perihan said to Baruch the eunuch, we must do something to entertain him as I am not in the mood to have my head chopped off! Baruch Looked at this woman in front of him bony and small, but a personality the size of the Ottoman empire!, yes Pero I heard the rumors going around, maybe he has lost his taste in woman perhaps? do not be stupid! she sneers at him, he has 150 Concubines at his disposal and he has only fathered a child with 65 of them!, it is very unusual for a Sultan, Baruch stood facing Pero with his enormous body as black as the night, now what do you suppose we do? you know you are the main eunuch! talk to the Crimean Tatars, send them on a raid that would bring back the most beautiful woman possible, no matter where they may be find them so that we may return Sultan Eflendi's lust for exotic woman as soon as possible, we have a empire to run, the whole Ottoman regime depends on him, she turned around with clear order and Baruch could only smile, as he knew victory will be his later that night.

CHAPTER 1

France 1787

On this morning I awoke from a sudden scream of utter terror, thinking it may have come from the other room, but as I slowly awoke and my brain started to register, I suddenly realised something, as I felt underneath me was this wet feeling and vulgar smell hit me I suddenly realised, my water had broken and the baby is on its way!

It has been six months that I have been here, since my family has sent me to this convent for putting shame on the Bonheur family, my papa was Viscount Bonheur and he was very well known all over France for his giving Nature, the unfortunate thing is that his giving nature was not important in his family life and unfortunately as all marriages of this time my poor mother had to marry my father even if she despised him, but to this very day  my mamma and my sister was the only ones that would come to visit me and bring a gift or two for the baby, it all started at my 15th birthday where I had met Richard Cloutiera young blue blood, but he was a child born out of wedlock so he would never be able to claim the throne to himself, He was beautiful with his Ash blond hair, his eye’s as green as the French country side,He was in his early 20’s Long and lean, and then he broke my heart. He had no right to force himself upon me I allowed him one kiss and he suddenly could not stop himself, he could not contain himself, we were in the back garden and I yelled but no one hear me it was a beautiful summers day and no one was close, “please Richard stop, you have no right to, he placed his hand over my mouth and said, “hush now Mon doux,I am never your sweetest and would never be! I yelled towards the house, but no one came and the resta été oublié.

I would never in my life forget the dreadful pain, as the midwife told me come on ma chérie one more push then the baby is here, all of a sudden my heart started beating like never before, I got this hot feeling from my feet up to my head, then everything went black.

I awoke from a deep sleep, it felt like I have slept for a year, my body was numb and my eyes were blinded by the bright sun, the mother superior came in to the room and she smiled, I replied with a confused grin at first I did not know what was wrong, where is the baby? we have to  ,"Sybel, the baby did not make it and it was either you or the baby ma chérie.

Later after she left and they came to help me wash I could not believe it, I had a sense of relieve and a sense of misery within me, there was no words in this world to describe how I was feeling, two days later my mother and sister arrived as I had thought they would, I heard the horse carriage draw up on the gravel road and I sat up I was weak, weak with fear, weak with my body in so much pain I could no sit up, what would they say? Would they be happy? Would they weep with me?