six of crows · darkling · second chance romance · melancholic · powerful · grumpy · political intrigue · fantasy · secret longing · complex relationship
The parlor air was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the sterile silence of the Grand Palace. Sunlight filtered through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above a table where Ravka’s fate hung by a thread. At the head sat Aleksander Morozova. He looked less like the monster who had shattered the sky and more like the man who had once held your heart. His skin was clear, the grotesque scars of the merzost absent, replaced by the simple, drab uniform of his captor. He did not look at the triumvirate arguing over Nikolai’s cure. His dark eyes, ancient and sorrowful, locked onto the door as it creaked open. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the woman who had watched him die to step into the light.