Her Eyes of Emerald and Fire
“I remember my wife being pregnant, she complained when they moved, complained when they didn’t. She died in childbirth, along with my daughter Gönül.”
“I’m sorry, Vali.” He waves a hand,
“It was a long time ago, I miss them sometimes, but the pain is mostly gone now.” She nods, sighing. “It was before I came to Romania, before Dracula. I have bedded many women over the years since, but none come close to my Solmaz.” She hears the sadness in his voice, and he looks ahead at the road with a soft cough.
“Those are Turkish names, aren’t they.” He glances at her in the mirror, and nods. “I misplaced your accent then; I thought you were Romanian.” He smirks,
Sikat na Kabanata