I have been living in the palace for the last six months, even though I enjoy living here I long to escape somewhere else. After our sword practise one day, a young page was running down the hill towards us. He calls Ali over to him they talked for a bit. Ali comes over to me; I ask him whats wrong. Then he told me that the Emperor of Rome is arriving that evening. We walked back to the palace, I knew that the Sultan would expect me to sing tonight so I went to my room, changed into something more formal and Sari helped me do my hair.
I walked into the main dinning room, sat, and waited for my cue to start. It came when I saw the Sultan enter, with a strange looking old man dressed in strange looking clothes; I could only guess that it was this Emperor everyone was talking about. Therefore, I started to sing, the tale of Ali Baba and the forty thieves in Greek hoping to impress this Emperor. A little bit later Ali came down with a girl who looked a little older than us; she wore a strange piece of clothing as well. The Sultana followed them; look as radiant as ever.
I could see a weird look of discomfort in his eyes as he and the girl passed the musicians and me. I smile at him but he looked down towards the floor. I finished the song and went on the next one, this time it was Alis favourite Aladdin and the Magic Lamp, sung in Turkish. After a while, dinner was brought in.
As the night progressed, I heard more than once insulting remark about my singing, until to the point I could not take it any longer and stopped singing, the musicians stopped with me.
Thank God you have stopped singing Cassaeus, you were giving me a headache said girl.
I could feel the anger and hatred welling up inside me; I imagined tackling her down and giving her a mouthful of my opinion of what I thought of her. Instead, I left the room that is when I heard the sound of what I thought was a chair tumbling to the ground, some sharp words and a slam of the door.
Ali came from around the corner, he pulled me into his arms for a hug, which I was grateful for and I broke down in his arms sobbing.
Follow me he whispered in my ear, and I did.
He took me to the a part of the garden I had never seen, and we walked around following a path through the hedge that twisted and turned until we came to an area in the middle of what he called a maze. The hedges made a wall in a rectangular shape, a fountain occupied the middle and a small gar...More Cartoon Sex Stories...