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Jakira’s palace quarters were as large as the Holy Square, with a bedroom, a sitting area, and a room the size of the Rasheed villa where she could wash and dress. Each room had balconies that overlooked the lush palace gardens and lake. Water glimmered as far as her eye could see.
Mastiq had told her they were her own private chambers and were lavishly decorated with drapes, fine cloth cushions and an array of ornaments. A bed to sleep on instead of a mat, a sofa to lounge on when tired of the bed and a wardrobe full of the finest robes and gowns and scarfs.
“If anything, or anyone displeases you, then I’ll have it changed.” He had told her, but nothing displeased her. It filled her with awe. They had sat and talked for hours in Mastiq’s chambers, until he had been called to some
