Jewel of Persia



In the corner of the room, two of Kasia’s maidservants sat with their instruments while Desma sang. Kasia had taught them a few Hebrew psalms the day before, and she smiled

now when Desma fumbled some of the unfamiliar words. It may not be perfect, but it did her heart good to hear David’s lyrics.

Though her hands worked the loom, her mind and heart inclined toward Jehovah. Thank you, Lord, for sending me Jasmine. Please help me to be a true friend to her and Chinara.

The quick swell of joy crashed into concern. But Esther, Jehovah God. Please care for her. Whom will she turn to when she needs womanly advice? Who will tease the sorrow

from her eyes? I know she must be in such terrible pain. . . . Give my family and her cousin wisdom in what to say to her. Perhaps you could give Mordecai an assurance that

all is well?

She let the music minister to her spirit. All in all, a pleasant way to pass her afternoon and evening, since she need not prepare herself for Xerxes tonight. Never before

in the chaos of her large family had she realized how precious these moments of quiet communion with the Lord could be. Floating on this golden sea, she could almost forget

how sharply she already missed her husband.

But the night stretched long and empty before her. She tried not to think of which of the spiteful girls from the house of women would be in her husband’s arms tonight.

Such thoughts only made bile churn in her stomach. She breathed in a long breath. Soothe my heart, Lord. I am but one of many wives, and I need your help to find peace with

that lot. Please, help me to be content with Xerxes’ affection, since I cannot have his whole devotion.

“Now that is a wistful look on my lovely Kasia’s face.”

She jumped up, weaving forgotten. “Xerxes! What are you doing here?” Hardly caring about the answer, she rushed forward. Perhaps she must share him—but she need not let

it soil the moments that were theirs.

Xerxes chuckled and opened his arms to receive her. “How could I stay away, knowing such a reception awaited me?” He caught her mouth with his for a long moment. “I

missed you. I hoped to lure you out for a stroll through the gardens.”

She tucked her arm into his. “Consider me lured.”

He covered her hand with his as his gaze swept her room. That now-familiar quirk pulled up half his mouth. “What is this little hole you have chosen for yourself, my love?



She pasted sternness onto her face. “Are you insulting my room, Xerxes?”

“I was unaware I even had such a small closet in the house of wives. And it is all but bare. Why have you not requisitioned more furnishings?”

She had not thought it bare, though another table would be useful. “I did not want to take anything away from another room.”

“Then we shall have you some things fashioned. You know a woodworker, do you not?”

Her heart swelled. “I could have my father make me some things?”

Xerxes bent down to kiss her brow. “Of course. And if I am pleased with the pieces, I will order all the palace woodworking from him.”

She turned to face him again and framed his face in her hands. “Do you realize what that would mean to my family? They would never want again, never have to wonder how to

feed all the children—”

“Sweet Kasia.” The precious contours of his face lifted in a smile under her hands. “I would do far more if I thought your father would accept it. Say the word, and I

will gift them an entire city.”

An image deserving of a laugh. “They would know not what to do with it. But honest work, recognition for talent—that is another thing altogether. Yes, I shall fill this

room to the brim with my father’s craftsmanship. How shall I get the order to him?”

“I will get instructions to your people. And speaking of gifts, I see the pearls suit you as well as I thought. You like them?”

She lifted a hand to the warm spheres resting against her throat. “How could I not? You could have given me wooden beads, Xerxes, and I would adore them.”

Xerxes laughed and lifted the strand. “You would make them beautiful, but these suit you better. Now, shall we walk?”

With a smile, she let him lead her out of her room and into the rear gardens. “I am so glad you came to see me. I missed you already.”

When he chuckled, his eyes gleamed brighter than day. Though she had known him so short a time, already she had each feature memorized. The darkest brown hair, untouched by

gray, that framed his noble face. The broad stretch of his shoulders, the well-muscled chest she had fallen asleep on each night. Her blood surged at the thought.