𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐊 did not expect many things when running away from the Little Palace. In fact, falling for the Prince of Ravka was not on her to do list, but sometimes, you have to expect the unexpected.
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Seraphina stared at the crimson material blankly, her fingers beginning to dance delicately over the grey embroidery. It still felt the same, smooth fabric work that could have only been done by a Fabrikator. She'd worn a kefta throughout most of her life, the clothing held many memories and right now Seraphina did not need a reminder of the life or the people she left behind. Nikolai had another thing coming if he thought she was going to willingly put this on.
"I'm not wearing this," said Seraphina, turning around to face the prince.
Despite the early hour, Nikolai looked too good to be true. Seraphina had never understood how he managed to look so put-together, it was so different in comparison to the rugged appearance she'd gotten used to. Nikolai was always dressed to the nines, no matter what occasion and his medals stayed as shiny as the royal seal on his finger. Nikolai Lantsov was a sight for sore eyes.
Still, he let out a sigh as he stared at the girl in front of him. Seeing her in her nightdress was never something he'd be able to forget, he wanted to reach out and trace his fingers over every inch of skin that was displayed. He knew better though, if he touched Seraphina right now then she'd probably break his fingers. The light of dawn ghosted her pretty features and her tangled hair, it felt all too domestic.
"Seraphina please, for me, it would make things a whole lot easier for the journey," Nikolai explained.
The Healer scoffed in disbelief, muttering under her breath. "Things would be easier for me if you hadn't lied about your entire identity."
"Darling, if you're going to whisper at least make sure it's in my ear," Nikolai smirked.
Seraphina's jaw ticked. Did he have to be so infuriating? How could he remain so calm throughout this entire situation? Surely, this was all an act. Underneath his princely manner, he had to be freaking out about something. No one was ever this easy going. But this wasn't any one, this was Nikolai Lantsov, somebody Seraphina didn't know. She had no clue what he was like.
"I said, if you keep talking I'm going to stab you," Seraphina mused, walking over to her bag to pull out her usual attire.
"Oh, I do love a woman with murderous intent. Keeps me on my toes you see?" Nikolai responded, a cheeky smile on his face.
Seraphina didn't know what to do. If she let herself laugh she'd fall into the trap of letting him win her heart. However, if she pushed him away there was no guaranteeing he'd stay and for some reason she couldn't bare the thought of parting with him at the moment.
