Grand Duchess Tatiana Novels & Stories

Inside, a twenty year-old Zephyra stood amidst the ruins, her hands clad in black leather, her coat heavy with the scent of gunpowder and cheap vodka. She was not yet the absolute sovereign she was today; she was a soldier carving her name into the frozen flesh of the Bratva. "You look beautiful when you destroy things, Moya Drochayshaya (My Precious One)," a voice echoed from the shadows of the altar. Mula sa kadiliman, lumabas ang isang babaeng tila nililok mula sa yelo mismo. It was Katya Volkova, the ruthless heiress of the northern territories. Hair as white as the Siberian snow, and eyes that held the cold finality of an open grave.