4 Mistake

Slowly, I awoke… my head was pounding and my muscles were sore. When I tried to move and stretch them, I found, that my hands were bound behind my back. I was lying in a narrow bed with my hands and feet bound and my mouth gagged. I could hear men outside the door talking amongst themselves, but one distinct voice evoked great fear in me. It seems that he was addressing a crowd.

"She is not worthy of him… The Sheikh is a good man, and she is not good enough for him; as can be proven when she tried to seduce me whilst she was under his protection… she is a wicked and evil woman who had become with child by another man as she was promised only for the sheikh…!" and his monologue continued but I could no longer hear the rest over the indignant cries of the crowd…

As the cries died down the last I heard was. "We must save a good man from this wicked woman and her bastard child. We must save my brother from himself!" the roar of the crowd was deafening, but even that couldn't drown out the roaring of blood rushing at my ears as fear for myself and my child engulfed my whole being.