𝑽𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒓'𝒔 𝑪𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂| A Dark Romance

When I saw his eyes for the first time in the picture, I thought the black of his eyes held mystery, a different kind of serenity that somewhat pulls you inside like a black hole.

When I saw his eyes for the first time in person, I knew the black of his eyes had no mystery. They were empty. They hold a certain type of glow that shouts the phrase nothing-to-hide-and-nothing-to-lose.

I cannot call the marriage off now. I will have to deal with it in my way. This is a mess I made myself and I will help myself out of it any how it takes. I had started believing from an early age that a prince might come riding on his horse to save a princess but a Queen doesn't need one to save her. Czarina is not just a name to me but my identity, a Queen.

Vladimir Abramovich Rotenberg, you don't yet know me. I am not a helpless lady in distress. I am a queen who makes her own way even if that means making your life a living hell to make you call the marriage off.

"I won't spare you an alluring life either, Vladimir."