ABOMINATION SPAT FREE

You’re free to post a guard or five in the doorway,” the Fjerdan spoke again, a more insistent look in her eyes, “You can decide on which room to meet me in. “The Druskelle will remain here in the throne room. “No,” Zoya cut in, a serious expression on her face, standing defensively in front of Nikolai. “I request a private audience to discuss my proposition,” she spoke in a more confident tone this time. “Right, my apologies,” Nikolai nodded, a charming smile on his face. Despite how brutal the Fjerdans were as enemies, the women were shy, and modest. I am the visiting party here, your highness,” she shook her head, her cheeks glowing a furious red. “Princess y/n,” Nikolai stood up from his throne, then bowing too. “Moy Tsar,” she stopped before the throne, greeting him with a deep bow. It was until the day after her arrival did y/n make her way into the Grand Palace, accompanied only by two Druskelle, both scowling at the sight of the Grisha’s colorful keftas. She arrived briefly, taking up residence in one of Ravka’s grandest hotels. She was more than confident at the fact that it wasn’t a trap as she would be the one to come to Os Alta, rather than having Nikolai make the trip to Fjerda to leave Ravka vulnerable to Fjerda’s attacks. Zoya sent the word out to the Fjerdans that y/n was willing to meet with him. “Right,” Nikolai nodded briefly, “What harm is there in meeting with her?” She’s age-appropriate, I hear she’s incredibly beautiful, and I hear she’s quite smart too. “That’s for you to find out, should you meet with her,” Zoya shrugged, “In my opinion, marriage to the Fjerdan Princess would help a lot. There was no way Fjerda would ally itself with Ravka on this grand of a scale. There was nothing but spite shared between both countries. “Why would the king of Fjerda allow to such a thing?” Nikolai’s brows furrowed. Though his mother’s marriage to his father was a sad attempt at reconciliation between the two countries, his marriage to y/n Grimjer would’ve been beneficial to Ravka on the front of protecting the Grisha. “Princess y/n Grimjer?” Nikolai’s ears perked up at Zoya’s statement. “The Royal Princess of Fjerda wishes to meet with you,” Zoya explained briefly, “It appears she’s decided to concern herself with your marital status as well.” No alliance was good enough, and choosing one over the other would certainly ruffle some feathers among Ravka’s other allies. And yet, none of them seemed to be good enough for him.

His advisors, the Grisha Triumvirate, have done nothing but encourage his search for a wife. Especially with the fact that he’s yet to take a wife and bear an heir. With his affliction, he knew the royal line of succession was at risk. After the Civil War, Ravka was left far too vulnerable. Warnings: not proofread, mentions of misogyny, king of scars spoilers Summary: he was an abomination but so was she (shadow summoner!reader)

Abomination spat