#nikolailantsov

Was this how his mother felt? Would you become cold like her? You had already felt the ice, the rage, seeping into your bones.

Locking yourself away in your old bedroom, the one you had before you moved into his, you continued your sprint until you crossed the room into your bathroom. It was still the same, you thought with a note of sarcasm as you hunched over the toilet.

Was it on purpose? Had he predicted that this would happen?

You had hoped it was so you could show future generations after you where Ravka’s ruler came from, a relic.

But, no, you realized. It was a fail safe so you’d have a place to go if he got caught. This probably wasn’t the first time.

You retched again.

“(Y/N)?”

Go away.

“(Y/N/N), please. Please, open the door.”

No.

“Please, (Y/N), I know you’re in there.” You could hear the door knob jiggling. The desperate jiggling of someone who wanted to defend himself, only to hurt you more later.

“Leave, Nikolai,” you droned, no emotion present in your voice.

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His heart dropped.

“Please, (Y/N). Please. Please, just hear me out. Please.”

He didn’t mean it.

He didn’t mean it.

He just… he made a mistake, one that may have been repeated, sure. But this would be the last straw. This would have been the last time because he loved you, not her.

Tears fell from his eyes. “Please.”

The door opened, your eyes cold, the slightest bit of bile remaining on your chin.

“I asked you to leave, Nikolai. I will come to your room to collect my things later. I ask that you do something else while I’m there.”