Chapter 60 Disrespect

• Roksolana stood up and looked the woman straight in the eyes. She lifted her right hand and would have retaliated if princess Azeezat hadn't stopped her by holding her hand. She struggled against the princess's hold on her but the other woman held on tight. She looked at the princess who shook her head before releasing Roksolana's hand. She was tired. Tired of everything and everyone trying to dictate her life for her. She was tired of people telling her which way to live her life. The entire sultanate seemed to suffocate her and her very existence. She stared at the harem's leader for one long minute before walking away. At the door, she saw the Sultan walking in with Aabdeen. Without stopping in her tracks, she hissed at the two of them.
• Jamal looked at Roksolana in amazement. Had she just hissed at him? He knew she was angry at him, but that doesn't give her the right to disrespect him in the presence of his subjects. He hadn't even taken anything that didn't belong to him. She was his concubine after all. So, he owned every right to her body. And no matter how he used her or any of the women in his harem, they don't get to complain. As a matter of fact, even if he killed all the people in his sultanate, they had no right to complain. Other women in his harem would kill to have the chance he had given her, so why was she complaining? He couldn't even remember the last time he had anything to do with his favorite mistress. And he had thought that he could invite Roksolana over to his house for breakfast so that they could talk over what happened last night.
• "Sultan!"