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The Sultan's Heir
by Tigger
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Part 6: The Once and Former Favorite

The two women outfitted the girl in a sumptuous outfit of
silken veils and jewels.  A turban of green satin set off hair
made into a mass of red hennaed fire.  Kohl and rouge colored
her face and made her exotic beyond Shamarra's wildest
imaginings.  Then, they escorted her to the limits of the
harem complex where they were met by Ali and Torack.

"Before you go, little one."  Leisha said, turning the girl
around.  A gold chain appeared in her hand that she put around
Shamarra's neck.  Dangling from the chain was a single, small
gold key.  "My son will want to be able to taste all of your
secrets, child."  She bent down to kiss Shamarra's cheek and
then released her to a teary-eyed Reyna who repeated the kiss.
"Go in joy, little one.  Reyna and I will be here for you in
the morning."

Ali put a hand on her arm and gently led the girl away to meet
the Sultan's son and her destiny.

After Effects

It was a warm evening three months later when the Great
Sultan's former favorite concubine sat by the garden fountain. 
Shamarra was again considering the large tree in the back
corner of the garden, thinking how far she had come from the
boy who had climbed that tree at dawn.

Her relationship with the Sultana's son had been a short
affair.  The Heir's interest flagged after a few weeks and she
was called to his rooms less and less.  

In all honesty, Shamarra had to admit that she missed her
relationship with the Prince.  The love play had been
exciting, and he had always insisted on unlocking the gate to
her "treasures" as he called them and reciprocating every
touch and caress once the milking had been completed. That had
been wonderful and she felt the loss of those experiences
keenly. 

She had, as Reyna warned, been subjected to the bastinado
three times in her month or so as the Prince's favorite.  At
first, she had wondered what she had done wrong.  Later, she
knew that it was nothing she had done or failed to do that had
resulted in her being subjected to the tortuous treatment. 
The Prince had found some type of pleasure watching her be
hurt that way, for after each time, he had been ravenous for
her, taking her often and fiercely before his lust was
assuaged.

Fortunately, whatever Torack did with the seed that Shamarra
had so carefully harvested from the Prince had worked. Khadin
Khumar was now almost three months pregnant.  That was another
reason Shamarra was happy to be back with the Sultana and
Reyna.  Once Khumar's position as First Khadin had been
assured by her pregnancy and by her husband's ascendancy, she
had become even more dictatorial and imperious than she had
been earlier.  And Shamarra, as her husband's favorite and as
one unable to defend herself, had been unable to do anything
but accept the venom the vile woman had heaped upon her head. 
If that was what his women were all like, Shamarra could
understand why the Prince might prefer other companionship.

Events had taken a very strange turn soon after Khumar's
joyous event had been announced at court before the Sultan. 
The Great Sultan had died, suddenly and suspiciously. shortly
after confirming his son's birthright to the Sultancy. 
Apparently, his second Khadin, the mother of the prince who
would have been Sultan instead of Leisha's son, had poisoned
her lord.  Investigations conducted by the Keisler Agha on
behalf of the Grand Vizier had also implicated the killer's
son in the conspiracy and the pair of them were subsequently
executed with all honors, ceremonies and considerations due
their rank.  They were however, still dead, and both had died
cursing Leisha and protesting their innocence.

Thus it had come to pass that Leisha's son ascended to the
throne as Great Sultan and no longer needed to hide his lusts
by using a boy who looked like a woman.  Shamarra had been
formally returned to the Sultana's keeping last week.

All of which made Shamarra question her own future. One of the
reasons Leisha had asked for her to be returned to her was
that Shamarra could not be dealt with in the traditional
methods. Normally, a displaced favorite was removed from the
harem by marrying her off to someone who had rendered a
service to the Sultan, or from whom the Sultan might wish a
boon.  Such men normally expected children from their wives,
which for all her feminine wiles and accomplishments, were
something that Shamarra could never give a man.  Couple that
with Khumar's relentless campaign to have the girl removed
from her lord's presence once and for all, and the Sultana had
begun to fear for the girl's life.  In addition to her
reputation in the erotic arts, Khumar was also known and
feared in the harem for her skills with exotic poisons.  

So, Shamarra was back where it had all begun - in the garden
where the few remaining women from the old Sultan's harem,
those who had not been married off or given away as
concubines, played and relaxed.  The tree beckoned to her. 
Beyond the wall its branches shaded was freedom, perhaps even
an opportunity to be male again.  The girdle could be cut off
her and melted down for its gold.  She had her jewelry,
special pieces given her by the Prince when she had been
particularly pleasing (most notably after each bout with the
bastinado cane).  Unfortunately, there was also death outside
those walls.  Shamarra knew too much, and suspected far more. 
Neither the Great Sultan, nor even the Sultana for that
matter, could not let Shamarra or Selim be free of their
control.  Either identity free and unmonitored would simply
pose too great a threat to her son's rule.

Besides, Shamarra admitted to herself.  She was a much better
girl than she had ever been a boy.  Selim had been small, and
weak; a failure who had nearly cost his mother her life. 
Shamarra was wealthy, powerful and had saved her mother's life
while saving her own. 

In truth, her life would be almost perfect except for that one
lacking piece.  She had become a sexless being since being set
aside by the Sultan.  She still wore the locked chastity
because the Sultana would not take the chance of her real
gender being revealed.  Reyna no longer trained her with her
toys, and doing it to herself was lonely, often painful and
not satisfying.

"And what do you suppose, Reyna, is so engaging to our young
houri, that she does not notice the approach of her friends?" 
Shamarra turned with a start to see the Sultana Valideh and
the Lady Reyna standing behind her.  Wicked grins lit their
still beautiful faces as they looked down at their young
charge.

"I suspect, Leisha, she dreams of impossible things beyond the
walls of the harem."  was the soft, chiding response, but the
love in Reyna's eyes gentled the sting of her comment.

The two women sat down on either side of Shamarra, each taking
one hand with both of theirs.  "We have made some decisions
about you, Shamarra."  Leisha began.  "We are going to send
your Mother and Jenna to a special castle in the country.  The
baby will be born there, and I want you to go with them. 
Jenna will be a playmate for the child, but she can never be a
mother.  I want you to be the child's mother.  Reyna will join
you."  Leisha gave her friend a smirking glance that made
Reyna blush, "to keep you company and provide . . 
.companionship."

Reyna picked up the thread. "You have to remain a woman, love. 
As a former favorite of the Great Sultan, you are too well
known at court.  Therefore, we cannot let Shamarra just
disappear so Selim can live again.  There will be spies there,
regardless of how carefully we select your staff and guards. 
You can never give them cause to question you, but I promise
that you will be safe there, and happy too.  I promise you
that we will have a good and loving life together.  Later, if
you want, we can tell your Mother the truth about Selim and
Shamarra, but none of us can ever leave that place, my love. 
We all know too much and the Sultan knows we do."

Happiness bubbled in Shamarra as she turned to hug Reyna, but
then she thought of something.  Turning suddenly grave eyes to
Leisha, she asked.  "But, Lady, what of you?  Will you join
us?"

Understanding warmed Leisha's eyes.  The girl was quick.  It
really was too bad she was not truly female for she would make
a far better Sultana Valideh than Khumar, but that was
impossible.  No matter how good the girl's deceptions were,
someone would find out and all they had worked for would be
lost.  "No, my love.  I must stay to help guide my son, as
long as he will let me.  Do not worry, little one.  Ali will
protect me for the few years I still have."  She brushed a
kiss on Shamarra's cheek.  "Now go and prepare.  You leave in
the morning."

She and Reyna smiled indulgently as they watched the joyful
girl hurry off.  "She knows, Reyna, or at least, she
suspects."

"What?  That you poisoned the Great Sultan and set up Cera and
her son to take the blame? Of course she suspects.  She is
very intelligent and we have taught her to observe everything
real women do as part of her training. However, she is
completely loyal to you for saving her and her Mother.  She
would never betray you."

"Not willingly, but torture loosens many tongues.  You will be
safe in that fortress.  Once you are safe, I can finish my
work and prepare for my own passing.  I will bequeath Ali to
you in my final will and testament."

"You could try to go with us."

"No, my son will not let me leave.  I almost regret putting
him on the throne.  And I definitely regret what we did to
that boy to win the throne for my son.  When I think of what I
took from him."  She sighed.

"Far less than you gave back to *her*, Leisha.  Shamarra is
happy, and I will see to it that she is even happier.  I will
take care of her until we can find her a nice, discreet
concubine of her very own.  Some lovely, strong woman who will
understand and cherish both the male and female aspects of our
little houri, and then deal with both her natures according
her needs and desires."  She touched the gold key hanging from
a gold chain about her neck.  "Someone we can entrust this
little necklace charm to."  A sly grin lit Reyna's mobile
features.  "I see many more babies in this family's future.  I
think Shamarra will be an excellent mother, don't you?"

the end  


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