"You're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years"
Nikolai Lantsov x fem!OC
[Storm and Siege- ]
Storm and Siege (Complete)
Ruin and Rising (Ongoing)
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Olysia Kuznetsova always saw the worst in everything. It was something her father had embedded in her since she was a child.
After all Andriy Kuznetsova had been through, he wanted to prepare his daughter in a way his parents hadn't.
Andriy had fallen victim of loyalty to a country that cared not for the young boy that came out a broken man. All his country gave him was a rifle with false hope and spat him out with nothing to show for it besides a permanent limp.
The woman who had helped soothe his wounds had left not even a day after the birth of their daughter, not wanting to do a thing with him or the 'monster' they had created.
Olysia Kuznetsova was simply a flaw in the design because even though she was a reminder of all the painfully stained memories that led before her, Andriy finally found a purpose worth his efforts.
But it wasn't easy.
He couldn't hold a job. He had no opportunity. He had no skills except pointing and shooting, so he took that, ran with him and joined a gang.
Living in the Nyshchly District of Os Kervo, more commonly known as Beggar's Block was enough to harden even the softest of souls.
Andriy gave his daughter the burden of never being able to see the good in the world. The burden to never expect anything to come out of the silly dreams that would invade her mind against her will, to dismiss those thoughts because they would never happen.
He would always tell her 'Wanting is just a future graveyard'.
It was saying she lived by. It was why she ignored Nikolai despite her heart begging her to rush into him, to hold him.
Because despite it all, sooner or later it would come crashing down on them.
Despite all the soft moments that passed between them no one ever saw. Despite the sweet words they whispered to each other when no one listened. Despite what they did when no one was around, it would come crumbling down leaving Olysia surrounded by the ruins of the one thing she let herself plead for despite her better judgment.
It was obvious to Olysia what needed to happen and the thought made her feel like throwing up right over the edge of the Pelican.
Nikolai would be crowned King as he was always meant to. Only now, he would be alongside his very own Sun Saint.
The people were demanding for their Sol Korlova and Nikolai wouldn't be able to deny them, not when it would make it easier for him to get where he wanted.
Alina being queen would be good for Grisha. Provide them better security and safety than they ever held, especially after what the Darkling did.
Her head understood but her heart dug its heels into the dirt, refusing to catch up.
