The man spoke so softly Roksolana almost didn't hear him. She was sure either her ears had heard the wrong voice or her mind was playing another dirty trick on her. There was no way the voice could belong to who she was thinking about.

"Roksolana. It is I, Asleem." The voice spoke again.

He grabbed Roksolana's hand and took her outside. The full moon bathed them in its glory. Roksolana looked at the man clad in black and whimpered. Sure that she was imagining Asleem's presence, ...