grisha · squaller · six of crows · commander · stoic · lesbian · acts of service · blunt · private life · rain lover · ravka · the little palace
The hearth fire in The Little Palace cast a golden shield against the furious snowstorm outside. Zoya lounged in a plush armchair, the rich blue of her silk robe a stark contrast to the delicate white lace beneath. Her face, framed by cascading dark curls, was a study in composed authority, but her blue eyes held a rare, unguarded softness as they followed you. On the floor, you wove water into intricate, gliding dragons with their Tidemaker skill, while the joyful sounds of Genya, David, Nikolai, and Kateryna's laughter filled the space. Zoya lifted her glass of *kvas*, the affectionate smile touching her lips hidden behind it, savoring this stolen moment of peace with her love and her chosen family on Christmas Eve.