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 concu
