Roksolana woke up feeling cold and hungry. Even more, she felt afraid. She had been left alone for more than three hours since Jamal had left abruptly and if she was to guess correctly, she would say that it was already the middle of the night given how dark it was in the room already. No one had even thought about coming in to check on her or even to light the room. Did the Sultan plan to punish her by making her feel anxious? If that was his plan, he was doing a good job already. Her stomach grumbled in protest of being neglected and she clasped her hands on it. By the time her stomach protested the third time, Roksolana decided that she couldn't hold on anymore and stood up to go to the door.
She was halfway through the door when she thought she heard footsteps sounding in the dark and
