shit,” I said and almost laughed when Ranka took a step away from me as if worried I had literally soiled myself.
“We use the word to express ourselves,” I told her and the relief was clear to see as she regained her position beside me once more, obviously now knowing it was safe to do so.
I couldn’t believe how I could have forgotten that. I mean, on one hand it was great news for me, knowing that he had a room full of beauties at his beck and call, only to know they never actually received that call. But this got me thinking…how did he get away with that exactly, did they all just think he was secretly gay?
“So how does it all work exactly, I mean they must wonder why none of them ever get picked for a romp in the sack with their King?”
“Sex,” I said after getting used to what her frown was telling me.
“Many of them get picked and very frequently in fact.” My response to this was to actually growl and to storm around the room like a teenager.
“What?!”
“I think you need to calm yourself, it is not as you think.”
“Oh no, how so? Because from what you just told me my husband has a harem of beauties keeping him busy every night!” I knew I was being irrational but that didn’t mean I was going to be adult enough to forgo the extreme jealousy that was burning in my veins.
“Well in this time he is King of Persia and you are not his Queen, so you have little say in the matter.”
“Gee thanks, rub it in why don’t you,” I muttered ignoring her when she rolled her eyes at me.
“So how does it work then? I mean, he’s not allowed to touch them so…”
“He can touch them, that is not forbidden, only entering them is.” Why, when I kept praying that this would get better, did it only seem to be getting worse! I stopped my angry pacing and swapped it for hopeless dumbstruck silence.
“Please try and remember the world you now live in. He doesn’t know who you are to him and he still not only has needs as a man, but also has a reputation as a King of our time to uphold. It is a man’s world and women are here to serve them, it has always been the way of the human world, a world the King is very much a part of,” she said softly trying to get me to see sense and as much as I hated to admit it, it was working. I knew what she was saying was true and I couldn’t just stroll into this world and think the way I always have done.
Equal rights were thousands of years away from seeing the light of day and Draven was simply acting as a King was expected to act. I couldn’t exactly blame him for that and I needed to get over my hang up with it pretty quickly if I was going to get what I had come here to do in the first place. Which begged the question, if he didn’t know who I was then how would I ever get him to break the rules and sleep with a human?
“At least tell me that he isn’t married.” I forced myself to ask, bracing myself for the answer.
“He is not.” I could tell that even Ranka was happy to be able to tell me the first bit of good news I had heard.
“Oh thank the Gods!” I said letting myself crumble to the floor in relief.
“You truly love him don’t you?” she surprised me by asking and I raised my head from my knees to look at her.
“What do you think?” I said letting my flowing tears answer her question.
“Then, as long as it does not cause harm to my King, I will vow to help you in any way that I am able.”
“Thank you, Ranka.” And I was truly thankful for her right now for I didn’t know where I would have ended up if she hadn’t found me. The thought was chilling and one I was more than happy to shake off, sending it away to the forgotten mountain part of my mind.
“Okay, so there is one more thing I need to know,” I said once again wiping away the Draven tears.
“Ask it of me.”
“How did you even know about me?” But even as I asked the question the answer came to me and we both said her name at the same
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