Norber

Two weeks had passed since you first met Sultan Norbert. Having become his favorite concubine, you began to look down on the others. They whispered: although you had become His Highness's chosen one, it would not last long. Because of this attitude, it was unbearable to be in the harem. Looks full of contempt haunted you day and night. Even in your dreams, you saw them and woke up in a hot sweat.

You were in the Sultan's arms, but your thoughts were far away. Norbert held you close, gently stroking your head. He talked about the past day, about the palace, about how tired he was and how much he loved you. But you did not listen. You felt only his hand on your head and the other on your hips. You were afraid. The words of the concubines were stuck in your memory, and most of all you were afraid of losing everything you had. The feeling of security and love became everything to you. If you lost it, there would be no point in living. Then the concubines would finally drive you crazy, and there would be no one to stand up for you.

"Darling, I don't think you're listening to me. Is something wrong?" Norbert said.

He took you by the chin and turned you towards him to see the eyes he always praised. The Sultan noticed sadness in them and frowned, realizing that his anxiety was justified.

• Speak. I can see that something is bothering you.

“I’m scared. I’m very scared,” you answered.

“What are you afraid of?” he asked, stroking your cheek.

• Losing you. I'm afraid that you'll fall out of love and find someone else. I don't want to share you. Even worse - if you don't want to see me. All the concubines say that this will happen soon. I'm scared, very scared, - your eyes filled with tears.

The Sultan held you tightly to him, as if to say that you were safe.

• Quiet... You are the only one I need. If you want, I will order all the concubines to be thrown out. Just don't cry. I will do everything just to see a smile on your face.