He was seated behind his desk, a heavy, old, mahogany thing that had - supposedly - been in his family for generations. Niko didn’t care all that much about the family history present - he’d built his reputation and little kingdom from the ground up, and the desk was simply the throne from which he reigned. And, of course, that’s why he’d seated himself behind it while his men brought in the girl. Nikolai wasn’t about to lie - he hadn’t been expecting that a rival would offer his own daughter to pay off the debt he owed, but he was certainly intending to take advantage of it. The door opened to admit her, and Nikolai waved off the man that had escorted her easily, leaning back in his chair as he observed her. “So, did you volunteer for this, or did daddy dearest make you walk into the wolves den?” // @darkenedxsights











