Unspoken Vigil

Vivienne’s POV

The three days that followed the party were… interesting. And I don’t mean in the ‘I-just-survived-a-kidnap-attempt-so-I’m-processing-this-in-silence’ kind of way. No, it wasn’t about shuffling from my bed to the bathroom and back, or sipping broth like some Victorian invalid. What made the days truly “interesting” was one man.

Valentin Drago Sokolov.

My dearest husband.

Every time