An excerpt of the new tale I am penning......Caution adult themed here

 

Radu had stood aside to let the handmaiden do her ministration on the brother. He took to the end of the barracks and took glimpses of the lady. He felt envy that her hands were on the brother and not him. Aylin had been, or rather, assigned to them upon the consent of the Sultana. She was older than the two brothers, but her tiny frame disguised her age. She was dressed in a pinky chemise, or gömlek, with the dark shade short vest buttoned at the bodice, and white baggy trousers, or şalvar. She had on the dainty silken slippers as her standing of handmaiden to the Sultana.

Radu wore the 'mintan' (a vest or short jacket), 'şalvar' (trousers), with the sash at his waist, and 'sarık' on the head, complete with 'çarık' (boots), on the feet. It was his other dressing in the janissary uniform that he wore during training. He saw Vlad was shirtless as expected, and his ‘carik’ was by the bedding.

“Bastard!” Radu muttered to himself. He then took to studying the landscape of the yard; barren of flowers, but there were the well-trodden paths of the others, who had no regard for the growth there, and just stomped their boots on anything growing. He shook his head at their ignorance.

“He is asleep.” Aylin stood behind Radu. “His older scars are healing, but some have broken open. I had …”

“He will not die today.” Radu said. “I wished he would at times.”

“I have time.” Aylin stood behind the lad. She was older by many seasons, but she liked him. Radu nodded and walked to the small chamber at the barrack. She followed him, as was customary there; a lady was to walk behind the man.

“I missed you.” Radu embraced the handmaiden. Aylin held up her face and laid her lips on the other.

“Me too.” Aylin rubbed her body on Radu. As mentioned before, she was dainty in the shape, but to Radu, she was beautiful. His arms went around her lower back and then snaked in down the spine. His fingers parted the seams of the trousers and rested on her bare cheeks there. She felt him at her navel and smiled.

“I have some to apply on you.” Aylin tucked her right hand beneath the sash, but it was tight. “You have to help me there.”

Radu nodded and loosened the sash. She reached in and held him. Her ministrations were slow and soothing. His left hand moved to her bosom and fondled there. It was his youth or his lust; he was all done within the moment. Aylin held up her right hand and looked at the smudges there. She licked her right palm.

“One day, you will do it to me.” Aylin smiled. She knew that if he violated her, it would be death for them, impaled on the stakes.

Radu nodded and then tightened his sash. His relationship with Aylin was not in his mind before. He was to be alone, and upon his death, he will be alone. It was during one session of self-loathing then when he was left behind by his father. He was arguing with Vlad.

“Tata left us here. He will not return for us. Never again.” Radu had confronted his brother. “Why?”

“Tata had no choice. He was to serve the Sultan, and the condition set was for us to remain here as guests.” Vlad lowered his head. He was the elder one and needed to put on the brave front for his brother.

“Tata will be back.” Vlad looked at Radu.

“You lied, Vlad. Tata will not come back.” Radu burst out in tears. Vlad approached his brother, but Radu was inconsolable.

“Let me talk to him.” It was the handmaiden that Vlad saw at the palace. The young lady sat by Radu and held out her right hand onto his left shoulder.

“Leave me alone!” Radu had shouted. “I do not need any … love.”

“None will be given if you are not accepting it.” The handmaiden said. “I am Aylin. I am the handmaiden of the Sultana. I would like to sing to you.”

Drama köprüsü bre hasan dardır geçilmez

Soğuktur suları hasan bir tas içilmez.

Anadan geçilir, bre Hasan yardan geçilmez.

At martini de bre hasan dağlar inlesin

Drama mahpusunda bre hasan dostlar dinlesin

 

Translated into English

 

The drama bridge is narrow and can't be passed through, buddy Hasan.

Its water is cold; it can't be drunk, just a bowl. Hassan

You can give up mother but not wife, buddy Hasan.

Let mountains moan by shooting a martini gun, Hasan.

Let friends listen to this moaning in drama jail, buddy Hassan.

 

(https://lyricstranslate.com/en/drama-t%C3%BCrk%C3%BCs%C3%BC-drama-folk-song.html).

That was the first time since Radu arrived at the palace that he cried out his fear. When he was in fear, he looked for his mother, who would sing to him.

“I do not want to be here. I want to go back to my mama.” Radu burst out in tears. The handmaiden held the boy’s head to hers, and she let him sob. It was their first meet, and over the years, the handmaiden became a friend to the brothers. She told them her name, but she was never to tell them of her origin.

She was a sister to them, older by age, but soon she felt like the younger one, for they grew well and shadowed her in height. She found herself closer to Radu, who was more open to affection than Vlad.

It was affection, and soon to be more.