Natasha pov
It’s been a year since the executions. One year. 365 days. Natasha stood over Alexei’s grave, while she didn’t mourn the man who bullied her. She did mourn the boy who was her best friend. The boy who got into her bed and the two comforted each other against the demands and expectations of their parents. Using her magic Natasha created a red rose bush next to Alexei’s headstone.
“I hope you find some peace Alexei,” she whispered before turning around and walking back to the castle.
Natasha stood by her decision to become strong. The day after Alexei’s death Nat approached her father and told him that she was ready for training. Her father was thrilled her mother in turn was worried about her. Nat shrugged off her mothers worry, she had to do this. Training was brutal and h
