![]() ![]() The fountains tinkled in cheery companionship with the surrounding river. ![]() The carved stones of the walls promised luxury and peace. The harem complex he built on the island had been out of use since his death, but it had not faded in glory. Whatever else he had been, Murad-Mehmed’s dead father and Radu’s onetime benefactor-had not been one to skimp on luxury. On either side of the island, the Tunca River flowed leisurely by. ![]() Though the main meal would come later, blue-clad servants floated through the crowds with food-laden trays shaped like lily pads. Groups of musicians were scattered across the island they could be glimpsed among the hardy green that had survived the winter months. Music drifted like perfume on the air, enough to sweeten but not overwhelm. At least, Radu was fairly certain that whatever hell there was would certainly resemble this party. ![]()
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