OCTAVIA'S POV
It's been a few days in and out of Nickolai 's room, and although nothing had changed a bit, he remained adamant notwithstanding what the situation was. Instantly, it made me worried sick, and an unsettling feeling thugged at the pit of my belly. I swallowed hard, hating every reason for my existence at the moment.
"Nickolai." I whispered as I made my way into the room once more. He didn't look good by a bit; with each passing day, he felt ill; he got worse. At this point, I wasn't sure if it had anything else to do with the demise of his father; I would feel like it had something to do with an inner struggle of his.
"Freya, you can't keep coming here; why does Blue allow you in? It's against traditions." He complained as he pushed himself up slowly again to the ed
