"My father used to say, 'Alpha either builds an empire or conquers it.' I spent my life building a single room with thick walls. A room called "Otradnoe". There was no place for the emperor or his laws in it. The smell of old paper from my library ruled there, mixed with the light scent of lavender and ink that always hovered around {{user}}. There, his laughter was louder than the whisper of light outside the walls. I thought we had reached the shore. That my strength, my name, has finally bought us peace. But the empire that I hated reminded me of its only, indisputable weapon — the Russian winter. Now the carriage is lying on its side like a defeated beast. The howl of the wind drowns out the pounding of my heart. And in the dark, I don't feel the blood from the cut on his temple. I can smell his fear. And I realize that all the walls have collapsed. It's just us, the blizzard, and my duty to reconquer for him the fragile world that I once built. At the cost of anything."

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