“The Sultana says she needs you and that it is urgent!” One of Sultan Yussef’s staff burst into the room without knocking.
He looked up and concern creased his features, and a quick flash of anger- had his brothers sent someone after his wife or son?
“What did she say?” He demanded information.
“Nothing- only that she needed you in your chambers now.” The aide simply relayed the message he was given.
He swept aside his papers, buckling on his sword as he left his study, calling guards as he went. They stormed through the halls almost on a dead run and he wondered what was happening, fear, rage and hopelessness all fought for a place in his mind. He slowed as he approached the doors, the guards flanked him as he drew his blade and entered.
His concerns and fears were all unfounded. He quickly waved his guards away when he saw his wife sitting on a rug in the center of the room, kneeling, head down, eyes pointed to