POV: Vladislav Olgimsky Jr. Day: 9 Time: Midday Status: @tincture-enjoyer
The morning had been an atrocious mess. The entire town was going insane and for the first time in his life, it looked like his father couldnât handle what was going on either. Just a few hours ago he had received a messenger that held a letter inked by the man himself. The head of the bull enterprise wanted him back in the Lump, to stay in there until further noticed, which could only mean until the rabble would come for their throats.
No. He wouldnât do that, nor would he yield so easily.
He might not be as respected as his old man, but he could prove to be just as powerful and wise if needed. And so he made his way out of his hideout and towards the opposite side of town instead.
It was hard enough to walk through the different districts. The people were crazed and the guards seemed even moreso. Saburov needed to tighten his reins as well if they were to survive this, though who knew how much longer that man would last as well.
No. They needed to get away.
Heâd bring Capella along if only he knew where she was, but for now he only had one goal in mind, and that was to reach the Crucible in one piece. The town was at least a sliver of what it used to be there. Even the walls didnât seem to be as gripped by the strange blisters that the other buildings seemed to now carry. But surely even those wouldnât dare touch these buildings. They could not. A mistressesâ daughter lived in one of them after all. She could protect them.
The youngest Vlad straightened his coat and shifted the leather of his gloves against the palm of his hands to feel more at ease with his schemes. He had to make this work.
He took a deep breath at last, gathering his wits as best he could and finally knocked on Mariaâs door.
