CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Haseki spent that night alone in a beautifully appointed personal room. Enameled tiles sparkled in the moonlight. Luxurious cushions and carpets were soft beneath bare feet. The suite had its own marble balcony that offered an intimate view over a private courtyard full of greenery, flowerbeds and fountains. Kneeling there on the stone, her chin and hands resting on the balustrade, she was enthralled by the fireworks as their bright colors blossomed in the night sky.
Is this Suleyman really as wonderful as his touch, as the spark in his eyes? Or is that spark just a reminiscence of that in the eyes of my one true love...
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Dariusz slouched in the moist darkness of the underground cistern. The almost pitch-black surrounding him was bleary through drunken tears.
Aleksandra danced before him, holding out her hands for him to join her....
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