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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gamble of the Warrior

Date: 12/16/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 90.3, Source: sexstories.com

look. “That is what we shall do.” “Who made you the boss, Aaliyah?” Fatima demanded. “I am Kyle's first wife.” She forced herself to be strong. To be the Sultana. “In Kyle's absence, it falls to me to lead us. So we are going into the war room, and we shall make plans in the event Kyle is captured or...killed.” Fatima recoiled. “He can't die...” Tears brimmed in her eyes. “He can't!” Fumi hugged Fatima tighter. “He won't. But...we need to plan for the worst. But our husband is strong. He will survive. Believe in him.” A Jann courtier walked up. “Sultanas,” he bowed. “Another emissary from the Su...Rashid has arrived. He demands an audience with you.” Fear clutched at Aaliyah's throat. “We shall receive him in the throne room.” She didn't know how she kept her voice from cracking. She wanted to run away as she marched to the throne room. She wanted to hide beneath her bed and wait for Kyle to come home. She didn't want to face Rashid's messenger. There was nothing good in this. Kyle had failed. He may even be dead. Aaliyah sat upon the tourmaline throne. She felt so small. The emissary strode in, carrying a bundle wrapped in blue silk. He was young and fit, an oiled, black beard twisted into a pair of points beneath his chin. He knelt before her throne. “Sheikha Aaliyah binti al-Jann Unmei, I greet you in the name of our great sultan, Rashid ibn al-Marid.” Aaliyah nodded. The emissary uncovered his bundle, setting it on the floor. Earthbones. Kyle's sword. Aaliyah's stomach ... roiled. Her husband had surrendered or been killed. “What are your master's words?” “Your husband has surrendered and knelt to Rashid. He shall dwell in comfort in Sahabah with his wife Christy. No want of his shall be found lacking. Rashid wishes you to know that he is merciful to his fallen enemy. But Kyle's comforts depend solely upon you, Sheikha.” “I am no Sheikha,” Aaliyah corrected. “Sultan Rashid acknowledges that you have a claim to the Sheikdom of the Jann. He will allow you to rule your people in peace. So long as you and Kyle's other wives support Rashid as Sultan, your husband she shall continue to live as an honored guest.” “An honored prisoner,” hissed Fatima. “This is bullshit!” Her spear flashed into her hand and she strode past Aaliyah's throne. “What are you doing?” Aaliyah demanded. “I'm going to get the Ifrit and then I'm going to storm Sahabah and rescue my idiotic brother.” “What if the Marids kill Kyle before you can free him?” Fumi demanded, striding out to seize her arm. Fatima froze in her grasp, biting her lip. She glanced at Aaliyah and her thoughts burned clearly in the Djinn's mind. *I wish Kyle and Christy were back with his Harem, so we can have sex!* Aaliyah had to grant the wish. However, her powers couldn't reach out to Kyle. They have him imprisoned within Diamond and Sapphire, Aaliyah thought to Fatima. Rashid is not stupid. Calm yourself, my sister-wife. We must pretend to capitulate so that we can strategize on how to free our husband. ...