Guilt flooded her. How could she have gotten intimate with the man who had killed her family? How could she have let him touch her a few minutes ago with the same hands he had killed her family with? The same hands he had destroyed her sultanate with.

How could she have moaned for his touch with the same mouth she has mourned her family with? How could she have forgotten about her revenge for her family? How had she forgotten about the blood of her people which flowed like a river ...