Vance's POV 
I really don't know how I feel about the whole thing. It's too many emotions, far beyond what even happened. 
Back at the palace was quiet as I hoped, but I expected to still be disturbed by Nadia. I mean, I would be surprised if she didn't. 
I saw the agitation in her when I walked in through the door. I don't know, and honestly don't care, what she was thinking. 
My eyes were closed shut, but I could sense her nervousness by how she was all around me. And she definitely did not expect the question I popped. I didn't either. 
She stood dumb for a while, a long while. Then I got up and looked straight into her eyes, if there was a mirror, I probably would have terrified myself. I felt anger, a lot of it, but it wasn't all channeled at her. But that's the thing she'd never get, and I'd never explain. It's better this way. 
  “I didn't get what you meant.” She stuttered after what seemed like an eternity. 
  “Why are we not making babies, Nadia?!” Louder this time. “With Talia around, we only fucked occasionally and something came out of it. Since her demise, we've been at it, it's been six solid months, and there's nothing to show for it.” I was spilling way too much than I intended too, calling Talia's name too wasn't in the script. 
  “I… I,... we,... It will be soon.” Her words were all incoherent, muffled and jumbled. It definitely caught her by surprise. Any reasonable person would be seeing that there was something fishy to it by now. 
  “Should we have the doctor come in to check you?” I asked her. She stayed silent, still reeling from the disbelief. “Scratch that. Get ready, you see the doctor tomorrow.” I was done with her. There was nothing left to say. I needed her for just one thing, and if she could not give me that any longer, then the situation is really about to get messy. 
  “I'm sorry.” She said, teary. I thought she was going to turn right back and walk out. I did not expect her to get mushy, which is why I did not know how to react. 
I sat watching her sob quietly, moving from the middle of the room where she was transfixed, to the side table she had grown to love, arguably her favorite place in the room. 
I decided to not like her way. After all, there really was no reason for the breakdown. 
  “If you hate me so much, you know you could always get someone else. All the women in this pack are yours for the taking.” Nadia said between sobs. I don't know what she meant, but that was provoking 
  “What the fuck did you just say?” I asked her. Sitting up and looking at where she was huddled. Maybe I would have found it sexy if I wasn't feeling the way I felt. 
  “You don't have to like me, you don't have to force it. Just get someone else if you want her badly.” Her voice was clearer this time. 
  “You think I did not already think of that?” I asked her. The thought actually never crossed my mind. The only woman I ever truly wanted is dead and buried, there was no one else on the surface of the earth for me. Already, her replacement is an obvious pain in the neck, how much worse a replacements replacement, it hurts to imagine. 
  “I hate you.” She spat it with so much venom, it went to my head and I was at her neck before I realized what I was squeezing. Nadia was wheezing in my grip and struggling for breath, but not kicking or scratching, she knew better. 
I finally let her go, and dismissed her from my room. “I'll call if I need you.” I said when I settled back into the bed. 
I don't know if she got the message or was just being defiant, she sat there, knees to her chest, and was crying to herself. I stayed silent, waiting for her to move. 
Then came the wave of guilt. We both were overtaken by circumstances, and this really wasn't anyones doing. If anything, she stopped me from getting killed by Talia. I definitely do not want to push her to that point. 
We both knew I was never going to admit being wrong. It was a little embarrassing and judging by my mood, inconvenient, but I caused it, so I was going to clear up my mess. 
  “Hey,” I called out to her. Predictably, she wasn't going to respond. And like the Nadia I've always known, she chose that moment to walk out. 
 
  “Bolt the door and come here.” I said as soon as her hands touched the golden doorknob. 
Shutting the door, she sank to her feet right behind it. Not only is Nadia a roller-coaster of emotions, she also takes me with her. Between her and Talia, I loved Talia more, yet I was never really this loved by her. She definitely just does have her way. 
  “Nadia.” I called her. My non-existent patience was already thinning and I definitely didn't want to cause her any more grief. 
Moon Goddess is definitely very protective, biased as some would put it, of women. Things could begin to go awry in a kingdom where women are treated like shit. 
She finally got on her feet and sauntered to meet me on the bed, avoiding my eyes. 
  “Why do you treat me like this?” She asked, perishing on one side of the bed, her shoulders fallen, looking at her feet. 
  “I can't help it.” I replied, truthfully. 
  “Do you hate me?” She asked. For a minute I thought she was crazy. A few seconds ago, she was crying a puddle. Now, she sounds so brave to stomach hard truths and have tough conversations. There's really no understanding her, I should give that up. 
  “I don't.” I replied truthfully 
  “Sometimes, you sound like you do.” She replied to me. In her defense, that was very true. In mine, I pretty much hate everybody these days. 
From slippery cunny Landon who I'm yearning to catch neck deep in something fishy, to Talia for being so selfish. I loved her, I really did. It broke a part of me to do away with her. It still breaks the pieces left when I remember her. And Nadia for being…available. 
And myself too, I don't know what for, but I hate myself more each passing day. 
What a hell of a life!