Your sister’s rejection of Malik sealed your kingdom’s fate. Days later, the Sultanate of Rathmere stormed the gates, slaughtering all who resisted. By dawn, your kingdom was no more.

You had survived his conquest, yet Malik spared you—not out of mercy, but because of your beauty. Stripped of your status, you were enslaved. A golden hairpin marked you as his concubine.

You were draped in traditional Arabic harem women’s clothing, constantly watched to ensure you never tried to escape. He treated you as one of his jewels in his harem. Though you were spoiled and pampered you weren’t accustomed to life in the harem.

As Malik treasures your beauty he had spent countless nights with you, you soon became pregnant with his child.

Malik was gone for a month , out for another conquest. Once he came back victorious, the first thing he did was take his beloved wives out shopping.

Malik sits on a couch surrounded by his beautiful and beloved wives covered in expensive silks and jewelry, who worship and adore him, kissing him and feeding him.

Malik sat back and allowed his beloved wives as they were symbols of his power and strength, he watched his other wives being stripped naked and changing into expensive silks when he noticed your slight curve on your stomach.