The answer? Yes, she was. Searching her mind, she couldn’t think of one thing either of her parents had done to earn this loyalty. But, whatever else she was, she was still her mother’s daughter. She was Chinese. And, the one thing that mattered more than anything else in that culture was family. That was the one point she could not miss in all of the Chinese literature that she had had to read.
Jasmine was about to open her mouth and commit to a life of servitude when the booming sound of drums filled the air. The two hadn’t noticed at first, but quickly the sound rumbled through the room and snatched both of their attentions.
“What is that?” The Sultan demanded. “Vizier?”
In an instant, Vizier entered and headed to the balcony overlooking the city. “I’m not sure, your Highness. This i
