Jessyka Drost
To wake up in a world unknown or remembered to her, Britney was terrified to realize she was a slave to a Prince of Egypt!
Moments ago she’d been running to make it to her date, only to come to, in the middle of an ancient war.
But coming from the 21st century she felt she had the advantage, until she was brutally introduced to the harsh facts of a barbaric life.
The history books were no match for the reality of Egypt and the fiercely handsome Arabian Sultan who loved her and would defy the powers of ancient Egypt to have her!
Jessyka lives in Ontario, Canada. She grew up with an interest in ancient times and a love of romance.
This created in her the desire to combine both into fictional stories that the public could read and be transported into that magical world that she wanted to bring alive.
She also writes poetry and is published with the International Library of Poetry.
Jessyka sees both types of literature as a means of escape from our modern world that, though full of happy days, can also be stressing and often uneventful. There can be nothing more relaxing than sitting back and letting this present world fall from our minds.
Allow the thrill of romance and history pull you into its enchanted dimensions.
Herte had looked amazed and choked on his wine. Coughing he rasped, "You! I don''t believe it. You are too strong willed for that. Or hardened. Who is she? Do I know her? Wait! You said that if ever you were fool enough to love a woman you would marry her. Does this mean I am soon to be invited to your wedding?" he looked quite pleased.
"Yes I am to be married."
"Her name man! Her name!"
Sheipek seemed to hesitate. "It is a surprise. No one will know till her veil is lifted. But you almost certainly will be there. I can not forget a cousin who has always been around to play our foolish game of, “who can possess what the other does not“. "
Herte laughed. "You always enjoyed it so why speak of it as foolish now. Have I insulted you so dreadfully in offering you a woman? But she is such a beautiful one, no?"
"I do admit she is lovely but that amounts to nothing. She is only superficially so. Underneath she lacks intelligence and character." all this while he did not dare look at her. "Besides she snorts like a pig when she laughs!”
In utter rage Troyia lunged at him and dashed the wine she had been pouring for him in his face. He did not gasp or say a word. It was almost as if he knew he deserved it. He just looked at her and began to wipe it off.
Herte was furious and yelled her name. Then he plunged across to where he kept a rack of whips. He flung one out and went to her in absolute white anger. His voice was quiet in his outrage. "No slave under my roof will treat my friends that way no matter the provocation. I am going to beat you to the edge of your spoiled life. When I am finished with you, you will have forgotten you were ever once a Queen of a nation."
He grabbed her and flung her across the floor, not noticing his cousin''s white ashen face. Towering over her he raised the whip high and just as he was bringing it down onto her sprawled helpless form on the floor, Sheipek sprang into action. With a strangled sound in his throat he flung himself on her, covering her small body with his. Troyia felt the whip come down on his back twice before Herte had realized what Sheipek had done. The whiplashes had been harsh and brutal, racking his body as well as hers. She didn''t even feel the pain of the whip’s tip strike her wrist. She was so shocked at Sheipek''s intervention. He did not flinch at the blows, just covered her head with his hands after pushing her arms to her sides and her legs under his.
Herte flung the whip aside. "What are you doing, Sheip? The witch deserved it. I got you instead those two times! Ye gods, I’m sorry! I never expected you''d do it! You shocked me!!! "
Without moving or bothering to get off her sobbing figure, Sheipek turned his head and looked at his cousin who was on a knee beside them looking sick. Sheipek said in a quiet soft voice. "If you will remember, I told you I loved a certain girl. This is that girl!!"
Herte looked at her as she lay still, under him. His eyes were wide. "You love her?" he shook his head and got up. He moved away not looking again at the two on the floor. "Why didn''t you tell me? You deliberately led me to believe that you thought her as nothing more than a slave." he turned to Sheipek in fury. "Why make me go to these lengths? I feel like a monster!"
"You are! Why else would I see it necessary to hold back the fact that I want her. Don''t bother denying that you wouldn''t have kept her from me. It is our game!"
"Which you played just as ruthlessly."
"I agree!"
"So this is the reason you have been seeming to have lost interest in the game. I began to feel that I would get the sword in the end for all your hard refusals. Your heart just wasn''t in it." he moved about the room. "Why? Why did you do this, man? Surely you hold more respect for me than that?"
The Sultan turned and buried his face in the girl''s neck. "I was afraid I would lose her."
Herte had to move closer to them in order to hear the soft words. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Who would have thought that the mighty Sheik of all Arabia would fall so thunderously in love with a woman!" He plunked down on one of the couches and looked at his feet. "So are you going to marry her?" he asked.
Sheipek looked up quickly. "Don''t play me along! I am not in the mood."
Herte smiled sarcastically. "I wouldn''t be either. I would kill you if it were my girl that you had attacked."
"The only difference is that I wouldn''t think of it! Abusing women is not in my book of pleasures."
Herte didn''t bother with this info. Instead he looked at his cousin with understanding lighting his eyes. "It was you! You were in the bushes outside her room. You met her that time she ran away! How clever to send her back when you found out she would be going to you as an intended gift! Did she know who you were at that time?"
"I am not stupid! She might have given the game away. I couldn''t risk it until I could explain to her the importance of not disclosing who I was and that I meant to have her."
Her body under his was shuddering and her sobs were quieting. He leaned to her cheek and kissed its wetness. Slowly he gathered her to him and stood up with her in his arms. He winced as he saw the mark on her wrist. He turned and glared loathing at Herte. "If you were less than like a brother to me I would kill you for this." He went to the door. Then looking over his shoulder he said in a dangerous voice, "She is mine. When I return to Arabia, I am taking her with me. I wouldn''t dispute the fact. You just might find yourself in a war you have no wish to fight. And Egypt is no match against the Arabian swords you admire so much! Think it over awhile why don''t you?"
With that he reached for the sword at his waist and threw it at his cousin’s feet. Then with a last solemn stare, he swung from the room with a swish of his grand robes.
