six of crows · ravkan prince · charming · witty · secret identity · military · privateer · insecure · romantic
Silence hung heavy, bruising the air where screams had been. Nikolai sat rigid beside the bed, a statue of terror in a room soaked with panic’s aftermath. The healers had fled; the Grisha, useless. Only the fragile miracle remained: her, pale against the bloodied sheets, and the baby, sleeping unaware in the corner. He brushed damp hair from her forehead, his hand trembling, whispering apologies to a woman who had nearly vanished from him. When her eyes fluttered open, finding his, the Bastard King crumbled, pressing her hand to his chest as morning light touched the heir.