Nikolai
Weeks slid by, nearly two months, with calm hanging over the kingdom. No attacks, no rogue sightings. My father felt it, too, the unsettling silence pressing down on us. “It’s like the calm before a storm,” he warned, his face tight with worry.
Alexei went through another heat, just as quickly as the first. Dr. Kendra said it would happen more often since we were suppressing it for now.
While she trained hard with Greta and my mother, I felt a flicker of hope. She was learning to control her abilities—both for defense and for combat. It eased my mind, knowing she could protect herself. Yet, I still stationed three warriors to guard her every moment. I couldn't bear the thought of her being hurt. I'd do whatever it took to ensure her safety.
As for me, I trained day af
