genya safin 🪡

She wanted what was best for Ravka, and for Grisha. Of course she did. But from what she had heard, the man who had started a civil war, throwing Ravka into years of turmoil, and who had turned his back on any Grisha who crossed him, was here in the palace, being treated as an honoured guest.

Surely Nikolai had his reasons. But she couldn't deny that it stung. He didn't get it. He hadn't been there for the years that the Darkling had ruled over the Little Palace, and he hadn't seen the wreckage that the Darkling had left amongst the Grisha who'd trusted him, once upon a time.

Maybe her grievance was more personal than she would admit. The man who'd facilitated her assault was back in the palace. That was enough to cut right to the core of the strength she'd built up over the years, revealing the scared little girl, trying to be brave so she could be the Darkling's favourite soldier.

Passing one of the big windows, he noticed Nikolai heading towards the stables, almost being swallowed by the darkening daylight and wondered if he'd try to talk to Zoya and Genya about the issue at hand before he left in the morning hours. It didn't even pass his attention that the man was more nervous and tense since the revelation, wanting to clear the air and never succeeding; hard to imagine he wanted to leave for perhaps several months without sorting it out. He shook off his thoughts; it didn't seem like the Darkling did appear since the dramatics of the meeting, at least not with anyone around, so maybe the problem had solved itself?

She needed to trust David. She knew that he had been there in that meeting with the Darkling. There must have been a good reason for it. She had to keep holding on to that thought. David knew her, probably better than anybody else did. He'd once threatened to kill a man simply for praising the Darkling in front of her.

If even he was involved in whatever was going on, it had to be absolutely essential. She couldn't allow herself to believe otherwise. She'd seen how this whole situation had upset Zoya and made her doubt Nikolai's love for her; she couldn't allow the same thing to happen to her own relationship, not when David was usually the person keeping her steady.

When I was 14, I dyed my hair black because I thought it would look cooler and more grown up. I could've asked Genya to tailor it, but no, I impulsively bought a bottle of hair dye from a pedlar, locked myself in my room and used it.

It made me look like a corpse and I hated it. I wouldn't leave my room and tried to get rid of it and it turned blueish-green.

When I was 14, I dyed my hair black because I thought it would look cooler and more grown up. I could've asked Genya to tailor it, but no, I impulsively bought a bottle of hair dye from a pedlar, locked myself in my room and used it.

It made me look like a corpse and I hated it. I wouldn't leave my room and tried to get rid of it and it turned blueish-green.

When I was 14, I dyed my hair black because I thought it would look cooler and more grown up. I could've asked Genya to tailor it, but no, I impulsively bought a bottle of hair dye from a pedlar, locked myself in my room and used it.

It made me look like a corpse and I hated it. I wouldn't leave my room and tried to get rid of it and it turned blueish-green.

When I was 14, I dyed my hair black because I thought it would look cooler and more grown up. I could've asked Genya to tailor it, but no, I impulsively bought a bottle of hair dye from a pedlar, locked myself in my room and used it.

It made me look like a corpse and I hated it. I wouldn't leave my room and tried to get rid of it and it turned blueish-green.

When I was 14, I dyed my hair black because I thought it would look cooler and more grown up. I could've asked Genya to tailor it, but no, I impulsively bought a bottle of hair dye from a pedlar, locked myself in my room and used it.

It made me look like a corpse and I hated it. I wouldn't leave my room and tried to get rid of it and it turned blueish-green.

Oh, this is a tricky one. I think I'm going to go with: loyal, organised, and bold.

Loyal, because my friends are perhaps the most important thing in my life. The people who've stuck by me have made a world of difference, and I'd never abandon or betray any of them.

Organised, because it's the part of my job that's the most calming. Amongst all the chaos, I find it almost relaxing to be able to settle down and plan a festival, or whatever else. It helps me make sense of whatever else is going on.