Forced Marriage: The King's Love

A dense gust of snow plunged the roofs of the palaces of the imperial harem into large white cloaks. Winter had come for the first time since the coronation of the current emperor about three years ago. All the wives watched from their palaces the entrance of the king to the inner complex. Little had the man entered the harem and this attitude was taken as the lost interest of the ruler for the women who composed it, the empress; his chief wife, consort Akil; Representative of one of the influential families of the empire and second-rate wife. And finally Mrs. Cadi; Woman of great intellect and first wife of the third category. The king advanced down the long corridor until he reached the palace that stood imposing above the rest, it was the abode of Empress Khatri.The other wives saw the king enter the palace of his mortal enemy. No one helped together, each working individually to curry favor with the king. But it was almost impossible to win his approval by competing with a person

About one hundred concubines were selected for the king. Very few even came to cross words with the man and that was why these women; The beauties of the king would do everything possible to be noticed by the monarch and thus win his favor. But anyone who managed to capture the king's attention was unconsciously digging his own grave. Well, the empress would be responsible for throwing them mercilessly over the precipice, being forgotten by all, even by their families who, seeing them fall into disgrace, would deny the existence of the name of said concubine in their genealogical record.There were many beauties of the king, beautiful flowers at dawn but withered at nightfall. That was the nature of flowers; Be beautiful, express charm and freshness. But not forever, the flowers withered, their beauty was not eternal. In that other sense the beauties of the king were also flowers. For time would pass over them, their years of youth would be ephemeral, and finally they would be lost am

The irregular winter had passed. The snow on the roofs of Ezra's palace had begun to melt, and the rattle of drops on the ground was the only thing that could be heard in all the palaces; That melody was the musical orchestra that all the beauties of the king appreciated, from the wife of the lowest category to the empress could delight or go crazy with the sound.For Ezra that was an unusual sound, because the area where he came from was not common winter snowfall. That sound was relaxing in that endless solitude. Ezra did not want his life to be lost in the rough walls of the royal palace. Although, I very well knew that was what would happen."Madame, the eunuch Chief is here. I will pass it on.Madame Azzar settled into the armchair while busily checking her hairstyle and the condition of her dress."Greetings to Madame Azzar," greeted the old eunuch politely."Chief eunuch, what brings you here?""Madame Azzar, congratulations. The Caliph has summoned her.Ezra slowly erased the