Looking at the General now... I could see the power he exuded from his stare, the promise in his expression. He had many names over his lifetime. Petrov, Stepanov, Turgenev, Alexeyev. Morozova. But now, I could understand why they called him 'The Darkling.'
"I feel pretty redundant," I joked.
I let a nervous chuckle escape, hoping to ease the tension.
It seemed this was not a joking matter.
His intense gaze rested on me. Almost angry that I could suggest such a thing.
"You are anything but. You are a promise to Ravka."
"Your promise?"
His gaze softened. Subtle but clear.
Oh my gosh. Ivan was right.
I knew the exact moment he reached for me. I felt a tug at my wrist... a shadow's gentle request.
Permission.
I never thought he had that in him.
I reached out, welcoming the comfort of the dark.
I really was that promise.
"What makes you think I'm yours?"
"Well, Ivan isn't wrong. You do look like me."
I scoffed.
"That can't be the only reason."
"Perhaps."
Now, he was smirking.
Surely... having a Father wasn't like this?
Before I knew what I was doing, I picked up a roll. And I... I threw it at him.
The roll hit him squarely on his nose.
Oh my... what was I doing?
Well... he was no longer smirking.
I watched him reel his head back in surprise.
The look on his face was priceless. I didn't know what to make of it. I suppose this was not something either one of us was used to.
I tried to stifle a giggle, but with no luck.
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