Saviour

In the Gregorian Calendar: 6th August, 1723

"Speak!"

A sharp pain forms on my back the sixth time.

"I am not a spy!"

"Then why were you in the tunnel? Especially on the day the treasury's ledger disappears!"

"What ledger? I don't know what you're talking about! You checked my whole person, there's no ledger on me!"

Atike Hatun frowns, seeming to consider what I said. There's no whip coming at me for the moment, so I use the moment to take in a shaky breath. Anisa stands still, looking guilty and unsure. She must have told them about me. A sinking feeling flows in my stomach. The whip hurts, but betrayal hurts more.

Salim Agha, who's been manoeuvring the whip at me till now, stares at Atike Hatun. "So? Is she lying or not?"

She opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by a tall figure entering the dungeon hall. He slides the iron door and cranes his head. Suleyman Agha. Everyone stands upright at the sight of him.

"Let her go. She is expected."