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rested easy. He would have never forgiven himself if his actions had cost Euren's father his life.
    "Speaking of Captain Fatih… I am surprised he is not here," Haluk said.
    Sabah gave a soft snort. "His Majesty will be detaining him, and my father, for as long as possible. He was not happy to see Ihsan return, why should he let anyone else be happy to see us?" He made a face. "Though I am not convinced my father will not simply strangle me when he comes to see me."
    "Your father is nothing like mine," Ihsan replied. "He'll be happy, whatever else he feels."
    The conversation was cut off by knock came at the door; Ihsan called for them to enter. Demir stepped inside, and Ihsan felt punched in the stomach all over again. Had Demir always been so beautiful? Ihsan must have seen him countless times growing up, but he only had vague memories of a quiet, intimidating figure. Not a man built like a soldier but beautiful enough to shame the whole of the harem. Ihsan wanted to run his hands over all that lovely skin, see what happened to those smoky eyes when they filled with lust, draw Demir into bed and watch the others take him apart.
    If his father had not abused his authority to help himself to his Harem Master, Ihsan would be surprised. He hoped he would be surprised. The thought of such an abuse of power… his hands balled into fists. He might have left to prove to his father he was a worthy son, but he had returned to prove his father was the unworthy one. Ihsan was going to remove him from the throne once and for all. One way or another. "Thank you for your assistance, Lord Demir."
    "Always an honor to serve," Demir replied, dipping into an elegant bow and displaying a back as fine as the rest of him. The tattoos, now those Ihsan recalled—the ones on Demir's arms, anyway. That circle of flowers on his stomach that vanished beneath the hem of his pants…
    That he would like to know more about, but he refused to be his father. Bad enough he'd already been caught staring more than once.
    Demir handed out the clothes, patiently helping Kitt learn how to tie the skirt properly so the slits up the sides fell as they should. "Have you chosen what jewelry, if any, you prefer?"
    "Nope," Kitt replied. "These look fun." He flicked one of Demir's nipple rings.
    "Kitt!" Sabah said sharply.
    Ihsan strode over to them, grabbed Kitt's arm, and tugged him away. "You are causing offense."
    "I'm sorry," Kitt said immediately, meeting Demir's eyes. "I don't think I'll ever get used to how much more… contained Tavamarans can be."
    Demir laughed, so open and bright with it, Ihsan caught himself staring again. Catching him, Demir immediately sobered. "Apologies, Your Majesty. It is only that all the foreign dignitaries who come here complain that we are too open, too lewd. Many are frustrated or confused by our bisexuality, and nearly all of them are offended by our harem practices. You must know all this, but it's become more of a problem lately." He glanced at Kitt again, a ghost of his laughter in the smile that briefly curved his lips. "Then your concubine says we are too tame. I know a little about Rittu, but not much."
    "We are very, very open compared to other cultures," Kitt replied. "I got in a lot of trouble abroad before I understood the concept of monogamy. I still don't understand most countries I've visited." He wrinkled his nose. "Tavamara is the first that does not feel as though it is made entirely of idiots."
    "Not entirely," Demir said with another tiny smile. It slid into a pensive look as he shifted his gaze to the trunk of jewels. Going to it, he knelt and rifled through the contents briefly. When he rose, he held a large, flat black velvet box. "I think this will suit you, if it pleases His Highness."
    Ihsan's mouth quirked. "It if pleases them, it pleases me." Demir bowed his head to acknowledge the words. Ihsan had to curl his fingers into the folds of his robe to avoid reaching out to touch the bared neck, stroke it