Chatoyant Of Seraglio

Chatoyant Of Seraglio

 

She shed her clothes; fur and silk first;

Petrichor lingering in her hair

Seraglio was the holy-grail

For most women of the enlightened age.

Not for her; Chatoyant lady with her lithe body

Was a warier of her country.

She was here to collect dirt on Sultan Milas

The Holy Mattoto King.

 

Enchante, she offered her slender hand to

Sultan to kiss

Sultan took no offence

Just kissed her hand, taking her hand into his own

She caught a reflection of his penumbra in the

Crystal framed mirror.  Long and tired.

Yes, even his shadow was tired in his later years

Ruling a declining empire was no easy feat!

 

Sultan’s wives sang lullabies to their tots in the adjacent rooms.

So what brings you here madam? Milas probed the Chatoyant lady

I am here to stay, she said curtly.

As what, forgive me lady? Sultan hesitated

As your wife of course, the lady said. Didn’t my good father tell you?

‘I am afraid that won’t be possible, I have already many good women as my wives

And Myriad sons to succeed me!’

Sultan played with his ruby ring as he delivered

His solemn speech!

“But! I will be the best wife to you! I promise you!”

 The lady pursed her lips.

 

“Look lady! I can barely satisfy my harem of forty!

Sometimes I seek the aid of my viziers

So that I don’t know who are  my sons

And who are my Viziers’s!”

 

“But I will bear the strongest son

For you, I promise you!” Pleaded the French lady

“I can’t suffer the indignity of going back!” She let a faux tear fall

Freely down her cheek.

 

A pause.

“OK!” agreed Milas, “you can stay but not as my wife but

my Chief Vizier’s!”

A persian cat walked into the room

And leapt on to Chatolant lady’s  lap

But Chatolant lady was no Ailurophile

Despite her name! So she pushed the cat away.

Violently.  Then the Sultan knew something was

Not quite right about this woman of feline beauty.

Standing before him semi nude.

 

He was not prepared to lose what was left of his empire

So that he banished the lady spy at once from his palace.

 Alas she had already collected the dirt on the Sultan.

His virility and his sons legitimatesy to the throne were in question now.