Chapter 18 A helpless feeling

• Roksolana tried to loosen the guard's hand, holding her arm tightly. Her efforts didn't yield any positive impact, as the man only tightened his hand more. She nearly cried as the man's fingers bit into the injuries Lady Miriam had given her earlier.
• Roksolana felt angry, thinking about how she had gotten herself into her current predicament. If she hadn't opened her mouth to the Sultan about what she saw, perhaps she would be resting her wounds right now. She should have just thought of another way to use her ace card rather than babble to the man who calls himself a Sultan. What had she expected anyway? That the man would choose her over his favorite mistress? And now only Allah knows how he would want to punish her. It could be another round of beating or throwing her to another concubine worse than Lady Miriam.
• Roksolana grunted as the guard shoved her hard into the house she had just left minutes ago. She had been so lost in thoughts about her life that she hadn't even realized where the guard was taking her to. Wasn't she supposed to be thrown into prison or something? Why had he brought her here? How had her life turned out this way? Roksolana thought as she walked around the room, feeling helpless. How had her life gone from being perfect to being miserable in a month? She thought, feeling tears well up her eyes. She let them flow freely, as she plumbed down and wrapped her arms around herself. She missed home. She missed her family. She missed her sultanate.