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.

14. What's the stupidest thing you've done because someone dared you? :D - 🧭👑

I think you know the answer to this one.

I am not, nor have I ever been, a gymnast of any description, but somebody once dared me to do cartwheels around the room. I'll admit that I was quite drunk at the time, which didn't help my balance. I was covered in bruises for days. (It was strangely fun, though, I have to say.)