Welcome to Pearl of Rulars, a journey into the heart of medieval power and intrigue, where the shadows of castles conceal the machinations of formidable women. In this realm, where the fate of nations hangs in the balance, it is the strength, wisdom, and ambition of these women that shape the course of history.

As you delve into these pages, prepare to witness the complexities of leadership, the burden of responsibility, and the unyielding determination of those who dare to defy the conventions of their time. From the throne rooms to the battlefields, from whispered conspiracies to bold declarations, Pearl of Rulars invites you to explore a world where women hold the reins of power and navigate the perilous paths of governance.

Through the triumphs and tribulations of our characters, may you find inspiration in the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring legacy of those who dare to challenge the status quo. Thank you for embarking on this adventure with me, and may the tales within these pages ignite your imagination and leave you yearning for more.

Pearl Of Rulers

Hell is hereafter, my lady; this is worldly surviving 


The first morning light crept into Safah's room, warm and disturbing. She blindly pulled a blanket over her face and turned around to continue sleeping. The blanket was yanked away, and she stood up instantly, her eyes registering Sagir's pale face beaming with a smile. 


"I haven't slept in two days, Sagir," she pouted, her eyes never leaving his smiling face. 


"I want to talk to you about our situation," he said, holding her hand and dragging her out of bed. "Janna prepared a picnic breakfast in the garden. We can talk before the court wakes up." The cold floor assaulted her feet as she looked at him tiredly. Although she was really out of shape, she knew he was right. They had to talk and set things straight, now that power within the north was shifting so fast. 


Eye of Storm