Author Note : This is the very first Ivan drabble I ever wrote. As it turned out, those who had asked for it then proceeded to demand more, enthusiastically so. So I wrote another. I'm placing the first two I wrote together, while I thought that's all there would ever be to them. Ah, how wrong I was…
Important Decisions
Ivan studied the man on the throne, frowning slightly as his mother pushed him a bit forward, hissing at him to bow properly, as he'd been taught. The four year old straightened and marched stiffly just at the right spot and executed a flawless bow, standing up ramrod afterwards and awaiting the old man's verdict.
"Ah. Fourth in line with my throne, are you not, young Vorpatril?" The remaining words were a blur to him however as his eyes traveled across the room, before finally returning to what they had been doing before - scrutinizing the emperor, and those around, watching with all the wisdom a child possesses.
It was on that day that Ivan decided he would never allow anyone to try and make him take the throne. No matter how little he had to let others think of him to ensure it never came to pass.