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He used the time Nazira had given him to find Aron and apprise him of the current plans, including the scouting groups he had sent into the mountains.
“I am sorry I do not have longer to speak,” Radu said, though he was the opposite of sorry. “I am supposed to meet my wife. She had a very long journey here.”
“Yes, of course. Will you be joining us for dinner? It would be nice to have someone to talk to besides Andrei. And Nazira is far more pleasant to look at than he is.”
“At the risk of offending your brother, I quite agree. We should begin talking marital alliances for you. I will write to Mara Brankovic and see if she has any suggestions for how we can best use that to strengthen your power.”
“Yes, I suppose that is the next step. It will be nice to have more company, too. I had forgotten how lonely this castle can be,” Aron said, his eyes sad above the dark circles that never quite wen
t away.
Some of Radu’s resentment drifted away in a surge of sympathy. “I think our childhoods had more in common than we realized at the time,” Radu answered.
Aron nodded, then smoothed the front of his new velvet waistcoat. “Perhaps there is a close relative of your cousin, Stephen of Moldavia.”
It was a good idea. Stephen had been aggressive on the borders, and a marital alliance might smooth things over. “I will look into it immediately.” The sooner things were settled here, the sooner Radu could leave.
He bid Aron farewell and made his way through the castle and up the steps to the tower. He was a bit early. One of Nazira’s guards was leaning out, looking over the landscape with his back to Radu. Radu did not know whether Nazira had a reason to request they meet alone. He would wait until she arrived to ask the man to leave, though. He closed the door behind himself loudly so the man would not be surprised.
“I am afraid the view is rather bleak right now,” Radu said, with as much cheer as he could muster. The man was facing the direction of the graves. Thousands of dark patches of newly turned soil made a pattern like farmland with a tragic crop. “Did they give you food in the—”
Radu’s words died on his lips as the man turned around to reveal eyes as gray as the water in the Great Horn of Constantinople.
“Cyprian,” he whispered.
Cyprian held his hands out at either side in a stiff gesture. He smiled wryly; it was not the smile that had opened Radu’s heart back when he’d thought it was closed to anyone but Mehmed. “I have no weapons.”
“I—” Radu shook his head. He had not even considered that Cyprian might be here to harm him. Though the man had every right to hate him, to want him dead.
Cyprian’s eyes flitted over Radu’s face, and Radu did not know what to do with any part of himself. Every facial expression or posture that had ever come naturally abandoned him. He froze beneath Cyprian’s gaze.
Cyprian nodded toward Radu’s turban. “It suits you.” He lifted his fingers to his own. “I am not used to mine yet.”
“You—you came with Nazira.” The man he had recognized from afar at the back of her guard. He had not looked closely at Nazira’s guards when he went out because he had been so overwhelmed seeing her again. This was why she had given her meeting instructions so loudly. They were not for Radu. They were for Cyprian.
“I went back to Constantinople first,” Cyprian said. “I will not lie: it hurt to see my city remade. But you were right. Mehmed has done incredible things with it already. It is vibrant and living in a way I have never known it to be. He has renewed its former vitality. But that only explained why you trusted Mehmed. I wanted to understand you, where you came from.” He turned to the side and gestured out at the landscape, scarred and marked with the violence of twenty thousand desecrated men. “This explains a lot.”
Radu was still too shocked to know what to say, or how to say it.
“I can see now, a little, why the Ottomans were your salvation. Why you love them. It is the same reason I loved my uncle. He took me from cruelty and gave me a place, a purpose.”
Radu could not bear to look at Cyprian any longer. If being apart from him and knowing they would never be together had hurt, being here with him and knowing they would never be together was such agony Radu did not know if he would survive. He lifted his eyes to the cloudless blue sky. “I am sorry. I am so sorry. I cannot ever—”
Cyprian interrupted him. “I have thought through it all. I have thought of very little else, to be honest. And I have had a tremendous amount of time to think while stuck being cared for by our dear Nazira. I keep coming back to three details.
“The first: You never betrayed me or my trust personally. I gave you many chances to use me against my city, and you never did.
“The second: You saved my two little cousins when you did not have to. I saw them, in the city. I did not approach them. But they are alive, and happy. They would not have survived had you not gone back for them.
“The third: You had ample opportunities to assassinate my uncle, and you never made that choice.”
“I thought about it,” Radu whispered.
“But you could not do it.”
“No.”
“Because you are a good person.”
