The Heram
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Title: ~The Heram~
Author: Imadii Za'Harrat
The title is tempting the palate already isn't it.
Women scantily clad, awaiting for their Master's call to provide his pleasures; but this is far from the Truth.
My story has to begin with my mother, she herself bred from the Harem just as I. Her name was perfection in our tribal language, and the First wife's worst enemy. Her position provided her with some protection from her wrath, but eventually even the Sultan could not protect her.
On a night the Mages deemed Holy, I was conceived; the whispers of the other women, say my mother made sure of the conception with Herbs and Craft to set the Sultan's seed within her.
This may all be true for I was given privilege that many of the women within the closely guarded House of Maidens would never experience.
My earliest memory is of the Lake that was enclosed by the Sultan, to ensure that no man except those he deemed worthy could view his Harem as they bathed, or enjoying the coolness of the water on those long hot days, that followed one after the next when the sun was so close to the land.
How I enjoyed these days, the lounging, the laughter, and the carefree feeling that seem to cover the entire Harem.
It was one of these days that a curiosity entered the Court. Dusty, hungry and looking for shelter.. He had the look as if the world would weighed him down not allowing him to breath freely.
The lines on his face darkened by the dust of the road. His armor though in disrepair had been crafted by a Master, this was no meer traveler.
His comfort speaking to the Court, The gestures of his hand, his careful use of words... Giving his Regal background away with each sentence.
From behind the Screens I could make out his stature. Taller then the men I was use to seeing, like a strong tree that could weather any storm.
The Fairness of his hair, Something I had only heard of, for I fear if this man was a woman, this valued commodity by the Sultan, he would of found himself within the House of Maidens. The muffled voices told that This man was on the run, but as the conversation turned to why he showed within the Sultan's lands the women were ushered back to our Closed quarters..The sound of the stiff linen across the marble floor, fueled me further that when this man left, I was going to follow.
Being a Creature of my upbringing, I found my way into the bed of this Stranger. The tale was troublesome, he and his "Brothers in Arms", had been on the road wandering since their banishment from their Homelands to the North.
He speaks of reclaiming his rightful place. And as I slipped out from under his arm, pulling on my robe around me and crept to the through the door, nodding, the words rolled over within my head, tomorrow you will escape these Walls, and see the world beyond.