[ Hm. Yes. His "generosity". One day, Nikolai will think before he acts and see how far the ripples go before tossing a stone into a pond.
Despite being tempted to glance over his shoulder to see if he can intimidate gossip from sparking with just a look, he knows from experience it'll only fuel it. Nikolai might have been oblivious to how Alexander III treated those around him, but he wasn't blind to how the rumours tended to circulate. He'll figure it all out later.
Saints, he misses Ketterdam.
Never mind that. Rather than continue straight along the never-ending corridor, he nudges the small of her back and makes a left. They're about to approach a dead end, but Nikolai stops and opens a door that looks like it hasn't been opened in a while. Glancing toward the end of the hallway to where they've come, he smirks and opens the door, gesturing for her to go inside.
It leads into a small linen closet with blankets and towels neatly lined on the shelves. Nikolai removes himself from her side as he approaches the back and pushes at the groaning, croaking wooden shelves to reveal a door that opens inward.
Looking back at her with a mischievous glint in his eye, ] I've always loved the rumours about castles that exaggerate the secret passageways. They were always my favourite to discover.
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Despite being tempted to glance over his shoulder to see if he can intimidate gossip from sparking with just a look, he knows from experience it'll only fuel it. Nikolai might have been oblivious to how Alexander III treated those around him, but he wasn't blind to how the rumours tended to circulate. He'll figure it all out later.
Saints, he misses Ketterdam.
Never mind that. Rather than continue straight along the never-ending corridor, he nudges the small of her back and makes a left. They're about to approach a dead end, but Nikolai stops and opens a door that looks like it hasn't been opened in a while. Glancing toward the end of the hallway to where they've come, he smirks and opens the door, gesturing for her to go inside.
It leads into a small linen closet with blankets and towels neatly lined on the shelves. Nikolai removes himself from her side as he approaches the back and pushes at the groaning, croaking wooden shelves to reveal a door that opens inward.
Looking back at her with a mischievous glint in his eye, ] I've always loved the rumours about castles that exaggerate the secret passageways. They were always my favourite to discover.