Irina
I became difficult to handle on purpose.
Every day, I made Alexei's life a living hell.
I refused to let him touch me. I pushed him away when he came close. I locked my bedroom door at night and pushed furniture against it.
"You are being childish," Alexei said one morning as he tried to enter my room but the door was blocked.
"I do not care," I said from the other side.
Then I started making impossible demands.
I was called for breakfast, but I didn't touch it.
"I will only eat food you cook yourself," I told him at the dining table. "And you must bring it to my room."
Alexei stared at me. I could feel his anger even through his green eyes.
"What?"
"You heard me," I said. "If you do not cook it, I will not eat it. I don't want the maids, nor the ch
