*Ana*
We are escorted to a set of guest rooms that are freshly cleaned with flowers in every vase. The rooms smell sweet and airy. And it feels bright with the yellow wallpaper and soft cream-colored furniture. It was more than adequate for anyone staying in the castle. But I feel odd about having to use it.
Why can't I use my old bedroom? I remember having one of my own. Though I can’t say exactly what that looked like. But I did.
So why not just let me use that?
Unless someone else uses it now. It strikes me that they might not be free anymore.
It might be his now. I smile when I think of him.
If that's the case...
I don’t mind the room change. It’s insignificant to me.
"What you smiling about?"Maddie is in the middle of unpacking. She opens trunks to pull out packed clothes.
"I was thinking that this isn't my room."
"Oh? You remember that?" Maddie pauses to roll a pair of socks.
"I'm surprised you can. You were so young when you left."
I lessen my smile a little at that fact.
"Oh," Maddie gasps.
"I didn't mean- what I was saying was that it was some years ago..." But It doesn’t help. My smile is dying on the vine.
"Ah! How about we go see it then? Come on-" Maddie pumps up her voice to sound eager.
"We'll go see it. Maybe it's the same as before?"
"No, Maddie." I shake my head.
"I...it's not necessary."
Because it's being used. The thought does bring a smile back to my face. I hope he likes the room. I can’t remember if I did or not.
“Ana?” Maddie looks at me confused. I must look odd- just smiling to myself. I wave my head to turn to look down in the trunk. It’s here that we hear a knock at the door.
"Coming," Maddie’s up. She flies across the room to pull back the door. It’s one of the queen's maids.
"Her majesty is waiting to take tea with Empress Anastasia down in the garden." She speaks with utter politeness.
The tea! I raise with excitement but Maddie throws back a hand to me. She furrows her brow at the maid.
“Well, she's still not dressed,” Maddie quickly objects with a nod to the trunks.
“We only just started unpacking.”
“Queen Belinda is known for her hospitality. She is the queen among queens when it comes to etiquette. She wouldn’t make such a faux pas. You must be mistaken.”
“We need more time to prepare.” Maddie sounds a little annoyed for some reason.
“It’ll be fine.” I come over. There is no reason to wait.
My stepmother is just eager to see me. I smile at the idea.
“Tell my mother I will join her shortly,”
The maid nods and leaves down the hall before I see Maddie. She is frowning as if she doesn't agree.
“But the temperature- Ana, it will be growing colder tonight. I planned to change you into something with more layers.” Maddie pulls up a thicker dress with long sleeves. It’s still cut in the Nochten fashion but it’s hardier.
But I frown upon seeing it. It looks ugly. I don’t want to look bad in front of my stepmother. And besides, if I start changing now- it will be past dark.
I don’t want to make her wait that long.
“I’ll just throw another shawl on.” I move to retrieve the gift box. It fits into my pocket easily.
“It’s too cold for just that. Look at how darker it already is. The weather here isn't like how it is in Nochten. Dawny's autumn nights are much colder.” Maddie demonstrates the sleeves of the dress.
"Look here. See how thicker the sleeves are. You'll be warmer in this." Maddie points the contrast out.
“You’re not going to last long in what you have on.”
“I’ll be fine.” I can’t bring myself to change. I just want to go. I’m just tired of sitting around when I could be doing something.
“I’ll put on three shawls, then.” I pull out three from the trunks. Each is woven with intricate designs.
I make a show of wrapping them around me. They puff up nice and thick around my shoulders. So I finish with a ‘see, I know what I’m doing’ look.
“Ana, THAT. WON’T. BE. ENOUGH.” Maddie speaks slowly.
“Come here so I may dress you.” Maddie shakes the dress with a snap.
But I narrowed my eyes. Being told what to do- it’s not something I am used to.
“It’s not like this is Almony or something. It’s not that cold. I’m going to be fine.” I rebuke but Maddie shook her head.
“Just let me dress you, Ana.”
“ENOUGH.”
Maddie steps back stunned for a moment. And so do I. I’ve never had to yell at her before. It feels…terrible.
But Mother is waiting. I can only think and feel that I do not want to waste more time.
They could both be waiting for me. That’s right. She might not be alone.
The queen did mention it was only a fever. He might be better now.
“I am going. Mother is waiting.” I lower my voice but don’t mince words.
"I'll see you when I come back."
"Ana-"
"I'll tell you how it went."
And I turn on my heel to march out of the room. I keep my eyes forward though I feel her watch me. Her warm eyes seem to burn my back.
No, don’t feel bad. I try to reason. I can’t keep Mother waiting.
Or Nicoli.
A maid waiting in the hall leads me out. I don’t look back. I’m scared too.
Maddie will understand.
*Mykhol*Victory had a flavor—warm copper and sweet iron, thick as honey coating the back of his tongue. Mykhol let it pool there, savoring the metallic richness while keeping his expression carefully blank, carved from marble and years of practiced restraint.Years at the Academy had taught him control, poise, performance—how to smile while calculating throat angles, how to bow while counting exits, how to speak honeyed words while sharpening mental blades. But it was here, now, in this bright-yellow chamber of state with morning light streaming through tall windows, where those hard-earned lessons would finally bear fruit.She actually left him in charge.Like taking candy from a baby—sweet, helpless, trusting.He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth to smother the laugh clawing to escape. Ana had fled the room with that giant peacock of a queen in tow—shoulders rigid, excuses half-formed—and left her beloved meeting in his hands. Left him, after all this time, finally alone
*Ana*My body flinches from the sound of her voice, every muscle contracting like I've been struck by lightning. The word 'friend' seems to sour the very air, turning the golden warmth of the room acrid and bitter on my tongue. It lingers there, sweetly foul, like fruit left too long in the sun. A sharp, overclean scent of lemon and something more astringent—like boiled herbs and too much perfume—invades the room along with her. The fragrance is overwhelming, blunt in its brightness, cutting through the comfortable mingling of pine smoke and coffee like scissors through fur. Her presence arrives before her voice fully lands, a fast-moving storm cloaked in velvet and unwavering confidence that makes the very walls seem to shrink back.The hard click of her heels strikes the marble like a war drum, each step deliberate and sharp enough to make my teeth ache. The sound echoes once—twice—reverberating through the domed ceiling before muting as her footfalls cross onto one of the cream br
*Ana*Neither of them came.The thought steals me back from what I'm doing, what I should be doing, before I can stop it, curling cold fingers around my attention and tugging me away from the stack of parchment in front of me. My gaze drifts—again—to the two empty chairs on my right, their burgundy velvet seats still perfectly plumped, untouched by the weight of the bodies that should occupy them.The sight of them makes something knot in my chest, tight and merciless as a fist closing around my ribs.No, stop it, Ana. Focus. You have work to do.I force my eyes back to the map of the settlements, tracing the inked rivers with the tip of my quill until the delicate silver nib catches on a rough patch of parchment. The tiny snag sends a tremor through my fingers. Useless. Useless. My thoughts are traitorous things; they keep circling back to those vacant seats.Part of me had hoped—foolishly, perhaps—that Nicoli, at least, would come.That he'd walk into this room with that easy stride
*Hidi* I should break down the door and drag him out, kicking and screaming.The thought was tempting enough, sending a tremor through her clenched fists. If it were anyone else, Hidi would've done it already. One good stomp and the wood would explode into splinters, the hinges shrieking in metallic protest as she burst through like a summer storm—all thunder and lightning wrapped in velvet. She'd grab the stubborn fool by the collar, her fingers sinking into fabric and flesh alike, and haul them out into the hallway as easily as plucking eggs at Ostara. The satisfying crack of bone, the wheeze of expelled air—she could almost taste it.But this wasn't anyone else. This was Nicoli.And that changed everything.She couldn't just barrel in, couldn't treat him with the same reckless energy and bone-snapping strength she used on Lucy or the occasional defiant maid. Her nostrils flared with each measured breath, the cold air sharp against the tender flesh inside her nose. Nicoli wasn't a
*Nicoli*Nicoli's fingers hovered over the cold brass doorknob, the metal biting against his skin like winter morning frost, sharp enough to ache. His breath misted in the cooler corridor air, each exhale a visible ghost that hung for a heartbeat before dissolving. The tightness in his chest felt like iron bands wrapped around his ribs, constricting with every shallow breath, everything unsaid weighing heavier than armor.The hallway behind him had long since emptied, the last servant scuttling away the moment they'd spotted their approach—mice fleeing a hawk's shadow. Their hurried footsteps still echoed faintly in his memory, a percussion of guilt and avoidance. It should have been a relief to escape their sideways glances, their carefully neutral expressions that spoke volumes. But the lingering pressure beneath his sternum remained, a physical manifestation of everything crumbling around him.The sight of Hidi flashed behind his closed eyelids—still standing at the threshold where
*Nicoli*“Ana, wait! Don’t–”Her name barely made it past his lips. It hung there, unfinished, breathless—like the last wisp of smoke from a snuffed candle as the silver and glass doors whispered shut behind them—a ghost's sigh sealing his fate.Nicoli stood motionless, his arm still stretched toward empty space where she'd been heartbeats before. Mykhol's dark silhouette had materialized like smoke given form, sweeping Ana away with predatory grace—swift, seamless, unapologetic. Like a storm that appears without warning to reap devastation in one fell swoop. They vanished through the gilded archway into the pristine halls beyond, swallowed by marble and shadow.His fingers curled back to his palm slowly, useless now. She was gone.And he hadn't been given the chance to stop her. Every instinct screamed at him to give chase, to find her, comfort her. Ana— But the crushing realization hit him like ice water: he had no idea where they were going, let alone how to navigate this palace la