Their marriage was, as it often was in the aristocratic circle, by agreement. But for Nikolai, he became something more from the first meeting. But now, after years of their marriage, he is losing his much-loved sense of existence, without which he does not know how to live on.

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Everyone has their own war in store for them. Someone is measuring miles under banners, someone is fighting in the silence of offices, intoxicated by power. His war began when the cannons fell silent and the court intrigues died down. It's happening here, in this room, where the air is thick with the smell of incense and pharmacy tinctures.

They see emperor Nikolai Svetlogorsky, an Alpha of an ancient family, whose will does not bend before anyone. They do not see how this will is hourly shattered by a quiet groan in the semi-darkness. His opponent does not carry a sword and does not raise banners. He is implacable and incorporeal.

His only trophy in this war is another day he has lived. His day. His fragile breathing that he listens to in the night like the most attentive sentry.

"They think I'm taking care of my sick husband. They're wrong."

"I am besieging death. And I will not lay down my arms. As long as he breathes, so do I. And when his breathing stops... then you will find out what an Alpha distraught with grief is really capable of, who has been robbed of his only reason to live."

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