Drawn and quartering. A horrible beheading. Having to listen to Tolya's poetry for twenty-four hours straight.

[ Anahid may not know Tolya well enough to know that being subjected to his poetry is the worst of the bunch. Perhaps he'll let her discover that on her own.

Following a bend, Nikolai makes no effort to hurry. The library's close by. The wind whips at the grates and there's loud noise as voices argue beyond one of the walls. He doesn't stop to press his ear against the stone, not like how he would when wishing to take a few moments to simply be Nikolai without his titles. ]

Only one is a punishment I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, and the other two make for fun party entertainment.