Calisha was the King’s favourite consort. Groomed since childhood in the womanly, seductive, and erotic arts, she was to obey without question and never cry out in pain. In return, she lived a sumptuous, pampered life within the walls of the her rooms. Even the grill work encasing her balcony had been skillfully hidden beneath exotic flowering vines.
What only Calisha knew: the King might own her body and soul, but he would never capture her mind or her heart. Those were hers alone, to be given not as a duty, but as an act of love. (97 words)
Written for Nortina’s Moral Mondays, Freedom is a State of Mind. Thanks, Nortina, for hosting this.
JW Waterhouse; The Necklace, 1902