Nikol

I marched down the corridor between the rows of statues and tall windows, giving a half-hearted glance at the palace maids. They bowed when they saw me. Their red eyes beamed out in respect. The irony was I remembered growing up in an underprivileged home. Now everybody bowed at my feet.

The thought made me smile.

There was still a lot for me to be had. Blame it on my immortality. It had given me a freedom to get whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But nothing could compare to my longing for the Romanov sisters. They had it all. Any one of them in my grip would grant...