Xenia p.o.v.
As I stood in front of the door, my heartbeat was erratic, and every inch of my skin screamed of sweat but, still, I stood tall, somehow someway, my shoulder straightened and chin tilted up, as I opened the door and entered the room filled of men, men who came here to probably laugh at me, to probably see a weak scared woman, to probably judge me and my appearance. And honestly, I want to run away right now, I don't want to be a f*****g queen, I just want to run at Father Nicholas' big arms and hide there forever.
Sighing, I focused in front of me, the little old office settled with empty chairs and snacks, my eyes wandered over the tall bulky men; roughly twelve or thirteen. I'd written thirty letters, and only half of them actually came, the other half just ignored me as
