The immortal hadn't uttered anything yet, but her eyes were plain cold and ancient. In a deathlike silence, nobody moved a muscle. Then Viktor finally had the courage to kneel down in front of her. His head bowed with his hands crossed over his chest.
"I am Viktor Alexandrovich of Russia, a descendant of the Zakharin dynasty from the old empire," he said. "My great honor to welcome your kindly return."
Octavia and my friends quickly came to my side.
"A Zakharin descendant?" Cammie said softly as turned to me. "Viv, so your father was a Zakharin prince?"
"What's that?" Alyssa whispered.
"In the old day, the Russian royalty had two branches, the Zakharin-Yakovlev family, and the Zakharin-Yuriev family, but the later changed their name to Romanov, taking the name of the father of the fir
