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Aleksander The manipulator
Sitting in the warm coach, taking refuge from the biting cold felt like heaven. Alina is glaring at me with red eyes and tears staining her face.
"Don't be like this." I say, quietly and she scoffs. her eyes glossing over again before she even spoke.
"I don't want to see your face ever again!" She yells and I sigh before leaning forward her, she flinches. I back away.
"But you will. I wanted to tell you something, Miss starkov." I smirk, this will be very fun.
"Yeah? What? That you are the dark heretic, that you created the fold? Well, guess what, shadowman!? I fucking know!" She cries, anger evident in her voice.
"Oh not that.. I wanted to invite you to my wedding." I taunt, she froze in her seat, the confusion and anger merging on her features. "With?" She asks through gritted teeth.
I smile, nothing real about it. I forgot how my smile really feels like.
"With my beautiful princess."
Alina looks out of the window, shielding her face with her hair, to I couldn't see her reaction but I did hear the little sniffle escape her lips.
I chuckled but that turned into a roar of laughter when she turns and slapped me hard across the face with the metal cuffs around her wrists.
"Oh Alina.. Are you like this because you know that she will never love you like you do her?" I taunt her once more. She moves to hit me again but I grab her wrists mere inches from mine. I stood up from my seat and in matter of seconds,I had her pin down on the cushions of my black coach.
I was aware of her little crush of my princess. Miss Alina would be flushed, nervous around the Princess. Her tongue would tie up the second, she saw her and thus avoided the Lantov.
"I will always win, Alina. I won against you, I will win the throne, I will win your Princess." I hiss, my lips cracking into a daunting smile, she shakes beneath my hands.
"Cooperate with me, Miss Starkov. You will be powerful-" I state but she cuts me off rudely by spitting on my face. I jolt back, and wiped my face with my scarf. "Fine, have it your way.." I hiss, she doesn't tremble this time instead she glares at me, fire blazing in her eyes.
"Fix yourself. We will be arriving to the Os Alta in a few." I inform the sun summoner as I head the ascendo of the music from the village.
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One of the most joyous days in Ravka was the birthday of the youngest Lanstov. The soft sun rose over Os Alta and the snow falling like bits of heaven and set thick on the earth. People dress in their sunday best, children running in the streets waiting for the Princess's Parade. Some looked up at the sky. Awaiting for the sun to sleep and the blue moon to shine.
