NADIA PETROVNA WAS not a sentimental woman by any means, but neither was she an impulsive person. She had done what needed to be done to protect herself from the unforgiving world that she came from.Her father, Sergei Petrovna lay on his deathbed. He would die anytime soon and even though Nadia was loved by her men and respected for her status, she knew that it would not always be so. There would be eyes watching her for any sign of weakness, after all, it had never been recorded that a woman took charge of an empire, and definitely not one as big and influential as the Petrovna family."We are here, madam," Her guard said, holding open the door and bowing as Nadia stepped out."Thank you," she nodded, wrapping her thick woolly fur scarf around her neck. The skies were their regular gray, colorless, and gloomy. It looked like a storm might be approaching. She chuckled at how ironic it felt. A storm was approaching in her life too."Welcome home, madam," a uniformed maid bowed immedia
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