"Are you sure concubine Brenda will just let you go?" Patra, who was helping to smooth Ayla's dark brown hair, was still worried about last night.
Ayla could be heard giggling at Patra's question. She imagined the faces of Brenda's two concubine maids who were scared to death by her actions.
"She will never let me go, Patra. I know that, but don't worry, I'll find every way to prove her rottenness," Ayla replied with a satisfied smile.
"I never thought he could do that to a poor harem girl," Patra said in a sad tone.
Patra had her own worries, living in the palace and competing to be the mistress of the king and princes was no small matter.
The beautiful woman with golden brown hair was still gently combing Ayla's dark brown hair. This woman from the land of Mur had quite
