Targeted
She patted the cheek of the first man but there was no response. She did the same to the other two, she didn’t get any response from them either. Who could have done such a thing? Roksolana blamed herself for leaving them in such a vulnerable state. If she hadn’t tied them up, they might have been able to defend themselves. She placed her ears on each of their chests, she was relieved when she heard faint breathing from each of them.
As she looked at the unconscious men, she wondered what was going on. First, she got attacked by an assassin while at the Sultan’s house. Now, the royal guards got attacked at the place where she was supposed to be punished. What were the chances that she was the target and not the Sultan? If she looked at it correctly now, the intruder back at the Sultan’s house didn’t have any reason to attack her when he saw she wasn’t the Sultan. The man would have killed her if she wasn’t a skilled fighter. Perhaps, he came here to finish the job thinking she was defenseless.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
But then, she overheard Lady Miriam and her lover who she was sure had attacked the sultan’s house talking about how the target was the sultan. Plus, she and the man left the lady Miriam’s house almost together, so it was impossible he had wreaked this havoc just seconds before she was here. The attacks on the guards had to be done by somebody else and she was the target. She was sure about that. But, why would anyone want to kill her? Roksolana heard the men grunt softly in pain.
Roksolana thought about how she could help them before they lost their lives. As she walked up and down, she realized that her two options were either the Sultan or the general. If she went to the Sultan, she was sure she would be scolded. But if it were the general, at least he would understand her and help out even if he would scold her. The general was certainly the lesser of two evils. But, she had to free them first before she went in search of the general. She knelt beside the guards, took the sword from one of their scabbards, and cut them loose. As she was about to drop the sword, an angry voice sounded behind her.
Jamal looked at his men in horror. He almost didn’t believe his eyes. He had come over to ask Roksolana to be his mistress if she wanted to get out of the news and punishment she was in, only to see her bending down beside his men doing something that he couldn’t place. It wasn’t until he saw her draw out a sword that he understood what was going on. He had gone even more perplexed when he saw cuts and bruises on his men. Those bunch of incompetent fools couldn’t even defend themselves against one woman? Jamal felt angry. How dare she make trouble again and hurt his men? Was she looking for a death sentence?
“Drop that sword this instance,” Jamal commanded her in an angry voice.