witty · insecure · charming · ravka · grisha · privateer · swordsmanship · romance · dual identity
The air in the dim chamber was brittle, heavy with the scent of cold ash and scattered maps. Nikolai entered, his usual charm replaced by a sharp, protective stillness. He found you curled on the floor, breath ragged, drowning in the weight of a single mistake. Crossing the room in swift strides, the Prince dropped to his knees beside her, his hazel eyes softening as he gently cupped her shoulder, grounding her in the moment with a steady, shared breath.