From Dagger To Rose

From Dagger To Rose

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Genre: Romance

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The Sultan's fragile daughter was his only hire for thorne. Stories of her beauty roamed around the kingdom. But this beauty became a threat to her when a merciless Assassin was sent after her whose Tales of barbarity haunted every nook and corner.
Would she be hunted down by his Dagger?
Or he would become her bondman at the point of her Rose?
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Summary

The Sultan's fragile daughter was his only hire for thorne. Stories of her beauty roamed around the kingdom. But this beauty became a threat to her when a merciless Assassin was sent after her whose Tales of barbarity haunted every nook and corner.
Would she be hunted down by his Dagger?
Or he would become her bondman at the point of her Rose?

Chapter1 (v.1) - He is Coming

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 06, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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The night was peculiarly quiet and still, even a single leaf was not moving. All the torches of the tentative camp city were blown out except one that was lit in Sultan Mansoor Ibn Khaleed's gigantic camp.

The camp was decorated with dull gold coloured shafon and silk curtains. His thorne rest in the middle, covered with pure gold and splendid ruby jewels. Sultan was walking from one corner of the dense red carpet to another, deep in his thoughts.

He was an old lion of 73 years of age, 42 years of rule and of 31 successful conquests. His heavy copper and golden robe was a bit slovenly. But the crown attached to his copper turban was as perfect as it was in the morning when he wore it. His white small beard added more to his grace.

Although he was an old lion now, but still a lion. "Halt!" Suddenly he pointed at the curves of the golden curtains with his sharp dagger as he just sensed a little movement.

"Its your slave my Sultan" Came out the obedient voice. Then a dark figure appeared from there. He wore the dark uniform of Sultan's North West Night Army. But Sultan's eyes stopped on the small golden eagle that was craved in his left shoulder badge.

"So you supposed to be with Ibn Khuraam?" Sultan uttered astonishingly."And he sent you?" Lines appeared between his brows.

"My master Ibn Khuraam is no more" Soldier approved Sultan's thoughts.

"If the news is untrue then..." Sultan stopped controlling his rage and sorrow.

"Over my dead body your Majesty" the soldier bent before him lowing his head.

Sultan thought for a while then command the soldier to stand by moving his hand upwards.

"Describe him, how you found your master through out the time you spent with him" he asked the him.

"He never missed" the soldier replied after thinking for a while.

The Sultan nodded as he got the same answer he expected from him. "You see, Khuraam never missed any of his tasks assigned. I am pretty sure he must have borrowed some time from death to fulfill my orders" He glanced back to the soldier who took out a dried piece of sheep's skin and handed it over to the Sultan with a bow.

"Leave". He ordered him and he went away. Then Sultan looked at the folded skin and rubbed it with the blue sphere stone of his deggar hilt. Slowly some faded words appeared on it.

"The rumors were true. He is Coming"

Sultan felt a cold shiver in his spine and slowly sat back on his crown as his feet had no strength to bear his weight.

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Alee Ibn Huzaifa felt at the first sight of him that he was disturbed. 6 decades of companionship is quite enough for such an observance. And specially when you are the most trusted advisor of your friend, the Sultan.

"So?" He finally broke the ice. "Whats it?" Sultan just gave him a sheep skin piece instead of replying.

Ibn Huzaifa knew the meaning of sheep skin, as it represents an urgent and confidencial message which is only sent to the Sultan.

"Who brought that?" After reading he asked the Sultan.

"Ibn Khuraam's man" he replied.

"Oh..." Huzaifa seemed shocked as well. "He would send his man only in case that..." Huzaifa stopped for a while looking for some appropriate words.

"He killed him." Sultan told him in a low voice. "Huzaifa I wonder how he wounded Khuraam to his death? You knew Khuraam, his sword cut down heads within a blink of eye. He was as fast as an Arabian Horse, His sharp sight...."

"Mansoor..." Ibn Huzaifa pat his shoulder slowly and Sultan had to be quiet. "My friend the message said that the rumors were true. Whoever killed Khuraam is definitely an Assassin. Please try to admit it." Huzaifa said in a helpless tone.

"How?.... How he escaped and how he survived throughout the time of 16 years?" Sultan Mansoor uttered after a while. "Our men killed each and everyone in the Al Sabah castle. Not a single assassin was left undead. Then they burnt it immediately by shutting all its gates and doors. Then how could he?" His hand reached at his forehead and he rubbed it with his fingers.

"Because we and our men forgot that he is an assassin" Huzaifa gave him the answer. "We attacked on them when they were intoxicated by the water we mixed in the canal. It was indeed a smart plan to hunt them down. But... assassins are the most cunning enemies we have seen in our lives. I suppose, not all of them were thirsty at that night." Then he grab the gold jug and poured some Nabeez in the glass for Sultan. "It would be easy for us to plan our defense as soon as we accept it. Hasan Ibn Sabah, no doubt, is a past now. But we had to admit he scored really big. He has left behind him the legacy of such an army which is raised only to kill or to be killed. And what our soldiers would do of such an enemy who longs for death more than life. They are fearless creatures and are trained with such skills that suit to their dountless personnels. Their swords move like the lightening of storms, their arrows can be drilled in any joint of the body and their poisonous short knives are thrown so fast that one cannot even exhail his breath. And even this is not the end old friend, they are made to overcome every deadliest campaign, whether in waters or deserts or mountains, everywhere." He left a heavy breath and presented the glass to Sultan who gulped it in a draught.

"About 5 years ago," continued Huzaifa, "we discovered that Assassins were skilled in digging secret caves and tunnels in the grounds. And Ibn Khuraam's killer is the child of Al Sabah's secret holes."

"What's your comment, has he come back for taking revenge of Al Sabah?" The Sultan asked thoughtfully.

"Might be, but you know yor Highness that an Assassin never comes, he is always sent" Huzaifa's reply added more curves to Sultan's forehead.

"So there is someone behind his back." The Sultan waited for a while and reminded all of his enemies. "None of my enemies seems that daring to provoke and hire him. As our soldiers were not in their regular uniform at the time of Al Sabah massacre. Not even a rumor left out in the kingdom about that... no chance for any of my foe to get the truth behind it" said Sultan raising up from his chair.

"Think about a Friend then." Huzaifa made Sultan to turn around rapidly. They looked each other for sometime. And the Huzaifa added "perhaps"

A shadow of fear and stress swayed in Sultan's eyes. Huzaifa became upset by noticing this and lifted one of his brows to know the reason behind such fear.

Sultan got his expression and smiled a bit, "Don't think I am afraid of death, no doubt it is the truth of life. But I cannot even imagine any harm come to my beloved daughter. She is my only child, a devine gift from God which came to me when I almost left all hopes. She made her 52 years old father feel as he was 25. I never felt so young, so energetic before that." His eyes sparkled while remembring that time when she was born.

Then his eyes turned back to the previous stressed state. "And today she has made her 73 year old father to think that he is too old and too weak.  I never wished so badly to have a son instead of her as I am thinking right now"

"Mansoor", Huzaifa embraced him with his right arm, "why are you thinking like that? I know he is coming but still not come yet. We have time. You still do not need a son to lead your army to protect your kingdom. You still have enough strength to do this by yourself"

"You do not have a daughter, you cannot understand my fears old friend." Sultan slowly put down his arm. "I am not longing for a son as I want a leader for my army or for my own protection. I longed so for her safety, for her protection. That assassin is a killing weapon. And assassin's,..." he stopped for a while, "never left their assignments unfinished. Whoever has sent him wants the throne. But even if he kill me, he would want to eleminate my only successor to the crown, my daughter. Its she who is in actual danger, as the Assassin would surely come after her. And even if he would spare her life...You know quite well what happens to princesses when kingdoms are conquered."

Huzaifa also looked worried after hearing that as Ameerah Ume Haani was too young, too fragile to bear the strike which was threatening the walls of Sultan Mansoor Ibn Khaleed's kingdom.



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