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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-One: The Strength of the Harem

Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

Aaliyah. “I thought women weren't tolerated in the court.” It confused him last night when she spoke, guiding Sihab to swear allegiance. “She's Kalsom binti Abdullah,” Aaliyah answered. “The oldest of the Jann.” “I am,” the bent, old woman smiled. “A thousand years I have awaited for your arrival. The fulfillment of my prophecy is at hand.” “Prophecy?” Kyle asked. Aaliyah shook her head. “I only knew it was her plan to marry me to Ṣalāḥ ad-Dīn Yūsuf ibn Ayyūb.” “It was my plan to marry you to him,” the crone answered, pointing at Kyle. “Then why was I put in the lamp eight hundred years ago?” Aaliyah asked. “Why did you tell my father another man was to be my husband?” “It was the only way to safeguard you for your bridegroom, child. Rashid knew of my prophecy. He knew you were at the center of it. That your husband would be the man to topple him, and he is desperate to hold onto power. That is why he has gathered the most vile criminals among our people.” “Like my father,” Aaliyah sadly whispered. “Your father's grief at your disappearance drove him to violate our people's law to try and assassinate Rashid.” “Law?” Kyle asked. “Djinn may not shed their fellow's blood in the Hidden Realm,” Aaliyah answered. The old woman nodded. “And instead of facing his punishment for his desperate sin, your father unbound his soul and became a monster.” “All because you sent me eight hundred years too early!” snapped Aaliyah. “Rashid would never have let you live so long. You have seen ... his servants. One of the Unbound would have snuffed out your life. I had to protect you. The lamp was the perfect vessel. You were destined for Kyle. I knew you would find your way to him eventually. I lied to your father. I found a mortal with a destiny of greatness, one that your father would believe could rule our people. But you have accomplished your destiny. The six shall be one, the Marid defeated.” “Six?” Christy asked. “The Warrior of the Earthen Blade.” She bowed to Kyle. “The Consort of the Brass Lamp.” Aaliyah shifted in her seat. “The Consort of the Fiery Spear.” “Told you I was supposed to have the spear,” snarked Fatima to Aaliyah. “The Consort of the Arcane Grimoire.” The Crone's eye fell on the staff. “I see you found your darkness. The Consort of the Airy Bow. And the Companion of the Watery Dagger. Six shall be one.” “Six shall be one,” Christy muttered, leaning forward in her seat. “Is that literal or a metaphor?” “You will have to figure that out,” the crone said, inclining her head. The doors to the throne room opened and a young Jann entered, draped in yellow roles. He strode to the center of the throne room, his dark-brown face paling as he gazed up at Kyle. He fell to his knees before the throne. “Your Exaltedness, Sheikha Hawaa binti al-Si'lat requests an audience with you.” Kyle flicked his eyes to Aaliyah. *She is the leader of the Si'lat.* I thought women didn't rule in your world? *There are only female Si'lat,* Aaliyah answered in his mind. *They ...