CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
Haseki lay despondent on the divan in her suite. Maryana had spent the last month in her company, but now she had left the palace, had left Istanbul, to return to her own life. The weeks had given her much joy and also much sadness as her world seemed to collapse around her. Her dreams and every waking moment were consumed with thoughts of Suleyman and Dariusz. She loved them both with a passion that left her sobbing in the loneliness of her rooms. If her Lord ever found out this intrigue, she knew that Dariusz must die by his hand. Again and again she would fall into a turmoil of sobbing confusion and dread. Her head ached with the pain of her knowledge and what the future would undoubtedly bring. At the same time, she was gripped by the fear of Ibrahim’s growing po
