Chapter Five: Savior
Dimitri
When I was seventeen, I was given my first mission as commanding officer of a small unit traveling into hostile territory to recover prisoners of war. Arthur stressed the importance of succeeding in this mission. My youth was against me no matter how good a fighter I was. No matter how easily I defeated my opponents and how quick I was with a gun or sword. I was too young to be given this much responsibility. The eyes of every commanding officer and the czar would be on me. My future, according to Arthur, depended on this mission. I could either secure a promising military career or end any possibility of being more than a simple soldier.
A promising future wasn't the reason I knew I had to succeed though certainly, I was nervous having all my superiors and my czar watching me. More important than praises and awards were the lives of my comrades waiting to be rescued and my unit. Half of the people I had to lead were skeptical of my ability to execute this mission successfully. Some of them were much older than me and thought they had more military knowledge than me, which might have been true. They had to respect me and follow my commands nonetheless. No matter what, I had to bring them back home safe and sound. With so much pressure, I slept very little the night before. In my mind, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I would fail my comrades. I questioned Arthur's decision in sending me as commanding officer of the operation. Ivan Zeklos wasn't just a fellow soldier. He was my best friend. We both joined the military at the same time and trained together for many years. He was one of the soldiers I was going to rescue. Arthur must have known that whether he had given me control of the mission or not, I would have still volunteered to rescue my good friend.
I was afraid. I dared not admit it to my companions as we walked through the desert at night with only the stars as our guides. My hands gripping my gun were sweating, and my heart was racing. My ears felt sharper than ever as I walked in front of my unit watching out for traps or threats. I wasn't afraid of men jumping in front of me with sharp knives or deadly weapons. I wasn't afraid of my death. Death, Babushka often said, was a friend. Death would lead me to eternal peace, and I should never fear it. I feared for my comrades following two steps behind me. I feared for those waiting to be rescued in an abandoned and ruined town in the middle of the desert. I feared for their lives. Just because I didn't fear my demise didn't mean I sought it intentionally. Whether my unit approved of me or not, they still put their faith in me, and they expected me to bring them home to their families.
As I walked the impressive halls of the parliament building, I couldn't stop recalling that night. The night of my first mission. I remembered my boots sinking in the sand, the smell of dirt and piss. I remembered sweating profusely as adrenaline and fear pumped my veins, gunpowder in the air, the screams of those who caught my bullet and the sticky red blood on my fingers as I tried to no avail…
I shook my head. No. I couldn't think of that night. Why would I be thinking of that? Why now? What did that night have to do with the King of Turkey or Rose? My mother called it my savior complex. I always looked out for others above myself. This time, it was Rose who needed me. I recalled how small she looked in my duster and the tears in her eyes as we arrived in the parliament building. She was so vulnerable at that moment and I hated it. I hated those who threatened her innocence and dimmed the fire in her eyes. The fire that ignited every time she spoke of freedom yet stayed because of duty and family. In a short period of time, I came to care deeply about Rose, and I save and protect the people I care about at all costs even if I have to sacrifice a part of me in the process. This was like that night, except this time, I wouldn't fail.
The young man leading me through the long hallway with arched ceilings stopped in front of a massive double door with the king's insignia carved on the wood. Two guards stood on each side of the door looking menacingly at me. Against the wall behind me, I felt the other two guards burying holes on my back. The aide signaled me to wait as he stepped inside to announce my arrival to the king no doubt. It wasn't long before the door opened again, and I was ushered in.
The King had his back to me when I entered the massive room. The walls were cream colored, tall almost endless, and there were no windows only bookshelves filled to the brim. Behind the king's desk was a portrait of the royal family. There was King Idris sitting on his throne back in the palace with his queen sitting next to him. Standing behind his parents was a young Abe standing tall in his military uniform with a sword on his left hip, and with his right, he held Queen Janine's hand. A young Rose, about five years old, stood next to her mother and King Idris. I made a mental note to tease Rose for lying about the number of portraits there were of her.
"I want to start by thanking you," the King said turning to face me and handed me a glass of whiskey by the smell of it. He sat on his chair and leaned back resting his hands on his stomach as he watched me closely with eyes void of emotion. "Thank you for being there for my daughter and bringing her to me. You did well, and I will be sure to reward you handsomely. Name any amount, and I shall grant it to you."
I set the glass on the desk. I had no plans of drinking anything that might prevent me from focusing completely on the task at hand. "I didn't do it for money, Your Majesty."
"Jewels? Gold? There is no price on my daughter's life, but I will do my best to compensate for keeping her safe. So do not be shy. Name your price." He insisted.
"I did it because it's the right thing to do, Your Majesty." I bowed my head. "Though I certainly appreciate your gratitude and offer, there's no need to thank or compensate me."
"There must be something you want," the King said after a few seconds of silence in which he merely watched me. Since getting me drunk wouldn't get him anywhere, he must have thought to intimidate me might have a different result. He had another thing coming. His words did cause me stop and think. Was there something I wanted? Yes. Should I ask for it? Perhaps not, but I did anyway.
"I want to be the princess's personal guard." I expected the King to shout his disapproval. A foreigner requesting to be the crown princess's guardian? How ludicrous! Even worse, I was supposed to be passing for a diplomat. If Arthur was here, he'd send me to the dungeon for a week to receive my punishment for my mistake. However, the King's silence and emotionless mask could be a good sign. He looked like he was considering it.
A few seconds, though they felt like hours, the door opened and a tall, fit, man in his forties with a mustache entered wearing a red uniform. The man crossed the room without a glance in my direction and went straight towards the King and bowed deeply. The King finally tore his gaze from me and turned to the man, who handed him an envelope. King Abe nodded and opened the envelope reading through its contents. Silence reigned with the occasional flip of the page of the thick report or whatever secret lay within the pages.
I tried not to think of worse case scenarios. If the King had found out about my true identity, he wouldn't have met privately with me. Though the King was no fool. His office had no windows or another visible exit, though that didn't mean there wasn't a secret passage behind one of the bookshelves, on purpose. I, or anyone, had no way of escape if needed. I could maybe take down this man, but I would be a fool fighting someone I knew nothing about. I guessed he was well trained to be this close to the King standing behind him stiff like a statue waiting for the order to move. This man was the King's personal guard, and I had no chance. Besides, there were still four guards waiting outside the office and even more throughout the parliament building. I was an exceptional fighter, but I was not invincible. I tensed at the possibility that I had been found out. Seconds stretched out into minutes. Patience was a hard and long lesson I learned from the beginning of my training with Arthur. I was relieved when the King set down the papers and looked up at me.
"I apologize for the rudeness," the King motioned with his hand towards the man to his right. "This is Pavel. He has been my guard since we were children. I trust him with my life and the lives of my family. Pavel also happens to be my most trusted advisor. I take his advice to heart as much as my Queen's and certainly before the councils'. So whatever Pavel says, I take to be true. Tell me," the king said watching me cunningly like a snake waiting for the chance to strike and deliver a deadly blow. This was the reason many leaders in Russia called him zmey. "Why are you really here?"
"If you think I'm here to hurt the princess," I leaned back in my chair aiming for nonchalance. I couldn't let him see how this conversation was making me nervous. "You're wrong."
He narrowed his eyes on me as if doubting me. "Then pray tell, who is your target? Me? You think you can get to me through my daughter? My Queen? My family is the most sacred. Not the crown or my country. My girls are everything and if you think I will not hesitate to declare war…"
"I know war is second nature to you, Your Majesty. But I'm not here to harm you or your family. On the contrary, I want our countries to be allies." I responded sincerely considering that was the main goal of my mission. I had to leave out the part where we might have to overthrow him if we deemed him unfit to rule. "My czar wants the same. He wants peace and friendship between us."
"Because your czar is afraid," the king smirked stroking his beard. "He is afraid of our military power."
"We are more than capable to match Turkey's military power easily, but the czar doesn't want war. Fear means we're alive. We're not afraid for ourselves but the innocent lives that will be lost if another war breaks out. The main goal is world peace, is it not? That's what all good leaders want. I know it's impossible to achieve but doesn't mean we can't try. Russia and Turkey are top in the military, science, and technological advancements. We must work together for a better future for the citizens, Your Majesty."
He watched me closely, and I saw the wheels in his mind turning deciphering if my words were true or not. I knew if Rose had been here, she would have seen right through me. She had this ability of disarming me; I would have stood no chance.
"Perhaps you are being honest about your motive," the king pushed toward me some pages from his report. "But not about who you are. Dimitri Belikov born November 23, 193X in Baia to Olena Belikova and father… Unknown. You have two older sisters and one younger. They all live with your mother and grandmother in your hometown. You achieved high grades in school until age thirteen when you got into some fights inside and outside of school. According to the reports, you were very violent. Suddenly, you turned your life around or should I say your life disappeared. No record of schooling or job. No career until two years ago when you were given the position of ambassador of Russia with Stan Alto listed as your mentor." He set the papers down and watched me once again.
"All of that is correct," I nodded looking away from the report on my life feeling the worst was coming. "I'm not sure why you think I have not been honest, Your Majesty. I could have told you all of this, and you certainly didn't have to go through the trouble of acquiring my records."
"I am sure, but tell me what happened between the age of thirteen and eighteen? There is no record of you. For five years, your life is blank. I am curious. Did you spend time abroad? Change your name?" He trailed off and waited for an answer which I did not have.
"I think you know," I said after a few seconds of more silence. "I was under the guidance of Stan Alto."
"Mr. Alto is a very honorable man," the king stood up and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the counter pouring more on his glass. "He often played chess with my father during his visits to Istanbul. I suppose if I were to call Mr. Alto and inquire about your abilities, he would honestly tell me he has no idea who you are." He took back his seat and took a sip of liquor. "As I said, Pavel is a trusted advisor so imagine my surprise when he tells me you are no ambassador. I say, how can that be? The czar himself wrote to me and spoke very highly of you, Mr. Belikov. So I tell Pavel, find out more about these diplomats. Leave no stone unturned. Now, he comes back with this.
"Five years of your life wiped out from the official records, and the news you are actually Colonel General in the Russian Army. Those five years were spent training under the Army General Arthur Schoenberg a man so famous his reputation parallels that of mine. Now, you play whatever part the czar asks of you." He pulled out more sheets and displayed them on the table for me to see showing details of my training, my missions, and my kills. To acquire this hadn't been easy. I knew the King and Pavel were dangerous, but I had underestimated them. "Your skills are endless. I would consider you a lethal weapon, and what is worse, I welcomed you into my home. I allowed my daughter to spend time with you and now her life is threatened. I should call my armies to battle, march into Mother Russia, and obliterate you all."
"I may have lied about who I am," I fisted my hands on my lap and leaned forward to hide the anger threatening to burst out. "But I would never, never hurt Rose. She…"
"You will address her by her title, or I will have Pavel rip your tongue out!" The King roared standing up and glaring down at me. He had shown composure as he spoke before but now when the princess's name came up, it was like a trigger for the snake to strike.
"The princess is innocent," I said through my teeth. "I would never harm her that you can believe to be the truth. I don't know who would threaten your daughter, but I offered you my services, Your Majesty. The czar wants stability in your country because it means peace for the world."
"Yet, your czar sends a secret army into my home. I know your companion is a skilled soldier too, and I have every right to send you home in pieces." He inhaled deeply and ran his hands through his hair. "But I must admit I need your help. A man with your skills can help protect my daughter. If you wish to continue your mission, you will do everything I ask. If not, war is inevitable. Your czar cannot know about this. He will pull you from the mission, and Rosemarie will be left unprotected. I need your insight, Belikov. You are close to the czar, and your country has been the most successful in dealing with the witches."
"Are you asking me to lie to the czar? That is treason!" I stood up abruptly and paced the room.
"Your choice. You can omit the truth from your czar and complete your mission in the process. He does not need to know the exact details because if he does, he will force you to return to Russia. I can forgive your deceit and betrayal, but my daughter will not. She will know the truth upon your departure and will hate you for your lies. I see you are fond of her, and I know why. She is a kind yet wild spirit. If you want peace in the world, you will make sure she ascends the throne." His shoulders slumped as if suddenly tired. "I thought they were after me. I am the unstable one, the one who reacts first and thinks second. My father was calm, too calm. Rosemarie is the best of both worlds. She can be wise and collected, but when pushed in a direction she does not want, she will fight back. I am not blind to her suffering, but she has carried it silently on her shoulders for so long. She is stronger than we give her credit for. A Queen like her only comes once every hundred years. They are starting to see that, and they want her gone."
I listened quietly absorbing every piece of information because my mission depended on it but more importantly, Rose's life was on the line. The King sounded almost desperate, and I felt sorry for him. His one weakness wasn't his ego or his violent nature, it was his family. His daughter. She was his legacy, not the wars won or his reign. With her gone, he had nothing left and his heart would be shattered. I understood that. I didn't want to see a world without her in it even if I had to watch from a distance. My savior complex was screaming at me to help him for her sake. But my loyalty to the czar, Arthur and Russia ran deeper. Patriotism and love for my country were carved on my very skin. Betrayal wasn't a forgivable offense. I could give up a part of me to help Rose and her family, but I couldn't put my family on the line. There had to be some middle ground. I had to figure something out very quickly.
"Who is 'they,' Your Majesty?" I asked deciding to gather more intel before making a choice.
"The witches," Pavel answered for the king. "Do you know what mortem means, Mr. Belikov?"
"It's Latin," I tried to recall the lessons I took in school, but it was so long ago I was at a loss.
"It means death," the King unlocked a drawer to his right and pulled out a box. "I have been receiving threats from the witches since my father fell ill. At first, they sent letters promising the death of the king who allowed the witches to suffer at the hands of hunters. They promised the Mazurs would never rule again."
"That's why you were crowned as soon as your father passed," I closed my eyes in shame and guilt for thinking King Abe had killed his father to ascend the throne. "I thought… I thought you had…"
"Murdered my father?" The King chuckled. "King Idris and I did not see eye to eye. I felt action was required; he felt the issue would sort itself out. Twenty years passed with no word on how he would put people's fears to rest. I only want the witches to pay for what they have done to my father and what they want to do to my daughter. So as soon as his heart stopped beating, I took the throne. I always wanted it but not this way. I wanted my old man to die peacefully not bleeding out of his ears, eyes, mouth; he was a bloody mess. He suffered, and so has Rose. They were inseparable. If one day you have children, you will see there is nothing worse than seeing your flesh and blood in so much pain."
Before he continued, the king took a moment to compose himself. I said nothing and looked away giving him some privacy. I knew it wasn't easy showing vulnerability to anyone least of all me. But I didn't think he was weak. In fact, I respected him more as the conversation progressed. I saw a man worried about the wellbeing of his family, and I saw a king who wanted to please the people. Technically, I knew my mission was complete. I was sure King Abe wasn't the monster we thought he was, and we could rest easy knowing there was no world war looming. Except, I couldn't leave knowing Rose was in danger. I told myself I did it for the greater good and to save an innocent person. There was no other motive than ensuring the stability of the Turkish monarchy. If I left without helping, Rose could die, and with her gone, Abe and his queen were next. The Mazur bloodline would be gone, and there would be no reassurance that the next monarch would be better. I had no option but to accept the king's offer. Was I going to lie to my czar and betray my country for the sake of humanity? I kept saying to myself to ease my guilt and make choice easier. This wasn't personal. What did I care if Rose hated me? Leaving was inevitable, and she would soon forget me. She would marry a lord or prince, become queen, and carry on the Mazur bloodline. I couldn't in good conscience leave her in danger.
Once he was composed, the king pushed the box he pulled out of his drawer towards me. "In case you wonder what kind of proof I have that the witches are responsible for this. This box was delivered to me hours before your arrival with Rose."
I took the lid and opened the box to find the word 'sanguis' written in blood and a white rose drenched in the red liquid inside. There was also an envelope which I carefully took out and unfolded. Inside was a message.
"The streets run red with the blood of our people, and the monarchs have done nothing. The death of the Mazur bloodline is imminent. Drop by drop of precious Mazur blood we will avenge the lives of our coven." I read out loud with every word tasting like vinegar in my tongue. I was conflicted. I had witches blood in my veins on my mother's side, and I felt if not loyalty then respect for witches. The ones I knew were kind and harmed no one. Most of them made remedies for illnesses science was still too far behind to treat. These people who threatened Rose and her family were thirsty for revenge, and I could see why. They had been marginalized and hurt for decades. Wars have begun over lesser things.
"The princess can never know," I said handing the King back the paper. "I will not lie to the czar either. He will know you're aware of my identity but have chosen not to do anything about it."
"That is not how this works, Belikov," the King hissed. "You do as I command."
"With all due respect, Your Majesty," I sat back on my chair and took the glass of whiskey he had given me at the beginning of our meeting. I took the liquid in one gulp savoring the way it burned as it went down my throat. "You're not my king. I will help you and Rose, but I won't betray my country. I will, however, not disclose how turbulent your rule is. The czar sent me to make sure all is well in Turkey, and that is what I'll do. The details of how I accomplish so are not important."
Abe's lips formed a thin hard line, his eyebrows creased in the middle, and his eyes met Pavel's in a silent exchange.
"That is not wise, Mr. Belikov," Pavel began slowly. "The King understands he holds no authority over you, but you should respect his wishes nonetheless. My King is the wronged party here. As a courtesy, you should allow him to set the terms of this unorthodox alliance."
"We have both been wronged here," I said taking the sheets one by one from his desk detailing my life. "You two have gone and dug up my life. Has it ever occurred to you that the reason none of this is common knowledge is not only for how useful I can be as a secret agent but more importantly to protect my own family? You love yours very much, Your Majesty. I love mine too. As you have called me a lethal weapon, many do so as well especially those who I have killed on orders. They would love to see retribution paid with my mother's blood or my sisters' hearts. I forgive if you forgive. We can move on to this," I glanced at Pavel. "Unorthodox alliance."
Pavel's hand twitched on his side where I assumed he hid a knife or something equally lethal. One of the things I noticed of him, he carried no visible weapons on him. It was a brilliant display allowing the people, enemies, to see no weapons on the King's close guard. If they tried to harm the king, I had no doubt Pavel had plenty of weapons to exquisitely dispose of the enemy. Or perhaps he was so good with his hands he was capable of ripping someone's throat out. Regardless, Pavel would be nothing short of impressive and terrifying in battle. I thought I might get to find out at my bold words. How could I let them dictate the conditions of our armistice? My savior complex wouldn't let me walk away from Rose. My duty wouldn't allow me to betray my country. If it came down to it, I would fight my way out of this, but I wasn't going to let them move me like a puppet. Fortunately, and surprisingly, the King started to laugh, and Pavel relaxed.
"Here I thought I would have someone easily pushed around," the King wiped a tear from his eye. "I should have known better. Russians are tough sons of bitches. I agree, and I apologize for putting your family in jeopardy. However, I can assure you, Mr. Belikov, Pavel is very good at what he does. No one knows who you are, and no one will find out."
"I still advice not to divulge to your czar our knowledge of your identity, Mr. Belikov," Pavel said once again meeting the King's eyes briefly. "My King feels it necessary to protect the princess. Your czar might feel threatened as if you're conspiring with us to overthrow him or hurt Mother Russia. You will risk being pulled from your post out of fear. Your value to the czar is clear and evident in these reports if I were him, I'd be afraid of losing my most precious asset."
"I wish I could have you on my army," the King nodded leaning back and stroking his goatee. "With you and Pavel heading my military, I would never lose a fight. Trust me, I say this out of admiration. I am not attempting to persuade you to join me. I see your loyalty runs deep."
"It's not an easy choice," I sighed and took to pacing the room again. "I need to at least confide in my partner. Christian must be part of this choice as it would be putting his life on the line as well as his family's. You're correct. If I inform the czar of this meeting, he will fear I am betraying him, and Christian and I might find ourselves with a price on our heads if we refuse to leave. I do refuse to leave R- Her Highness unprotected. I can't easily dismiss years of loyal service to my country and its ruler. Let me discuss with Christian and come up with a way to do this without causing too much trouble for all of us."
"Fair enough," the King nodded. "You have until tonight to decide. I have many things to discuss here with Pavel regarding today's incidents. I will make sure to fill you in tonight once we have your decision. Thank you for your time, Mr. Belikov."
"Your Majesty," I bowed to the King and nodded towards Pavel before taking my leave. As I neared the door, it opened. The young man who brought me to the King was coming in with an older man behind him.
"Pardon the interruption, Your Majesty," the young man cleared his throat. "Lord Dashkov is here to see you."
I turned to look at the King, who rolled his eyes and nodded to the young man to let Lord Dashkov in. Lord Dashkov had dark hair with a few silver strands on each side of his head. His eyes were a striking green, and he looked frail as he held onto a cane.
"My King," Lord Dashkov began as he stood next to me. He gave me a nod and a small smile. "Pardon me. I had no idea you had a visitor." He stretched out his hand to me. "I am Victor Dashkov."
"Honor to meet you, Lord Dashkov. I am Dimitri Belikov," I shook his cold and trembling hand.
"Our new ambassador from Russia," Lord Dashkov looked me up and down. "I guess it was time for old Stan Alto to pass on the mantle to a younger, much younger, diplomat. That is what I always tell my King. The future lies in the young ones. They are filled with fresh innovative ideas to carry us through these changing times. I would love to have a conversation with you, Mr. Belikov, about your thoughts on, well, everything. Russia is very successful in every venture."
"Did you come to kiss my ass or his, Lord Dashkov?" The King stood up and walked towards us. "Mr. Belikov was just leaving. He is very much exhausted about today. He does not want to speak to you, old man."
"Of course," Lord Dashkov nodded with a smile intact despite the King's harsh words. "That is precisely why I came here to see you. I heard what happened to the princess and wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help? I can send my Natalie to keep Her Highness some company. My sweet darling is so very kind and loves the princess deeply."
"I am grateful for the love your family has always had for us, Lord Dashkov, but that is not necessary. Rosemarie needs to rest. It was simply a scare tactic from the witches." The King waved his hand in the air dismissing the incident though I could tell by his posture, and our previous conversation, he was angry. I could tell he didn't like Lord Dashkov very much. I recalled how the King said he listened to Pavel before his own council. Was Dashkov part of that council? I would find out soon enough. In the meantime, I made a mental note to be careful of what I said in front of Lord Dashkov.
"I see," Lord Dashkov sighed. "I suppose it would be useless to try and persuade you to simply wage open war on them already? They are testing you, Your Majesty. Give them what they seek. Give them the full wrath of the Mazur bloodline."
"We can talk about that later, Lord Dashkov." King Abe put his hand on my shoulder. "I am about to escort Mr. Belikov to the car. I have a few more pressing matters here, but if you come up with a proposal, perhaps you can present it during tomorrow's parliament session. The rest of the council should be present to hear your ideas."
"Of course, Your Majesty. Thank you. I wish Princess Rosemarie speedy recovery, and give my regards to the Queen." Lord Dashkov turned to me and nodded. "A pleasure to have met you. Enjoy your stay, and I hope you take my offer. The Dashkov estate is open to you, Mr. Belikov."
Slowly, Victor Dashkov made his way out leaving the original trio alone again. The King dropped his hand from my shoulder and rubbed his eyes. "He never stops. He wants so badly to be my close advisor. He talks of getting rid of the witches with the utmost brutal force. I cannot have a man like that whispering in my ear. I wish he would retire. I know he is grooming his daughter, Lady Natalie, to be his successor, but the girl is just like her father, scattered. Very sweet but scattered."
"So you don't want to get rid of all the witches?" I asked following the King out of his office. His guards followed behind with Pavel to his right.
"Of course I do." The King snorted. "Especially after today. Why should I allow them to live when they have threatened my family?"
"Perhaps you should meet with them," I began though I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I hadn't officially made a choice, yet. Why would the King listen to the advice of someone who hadn't agreed to be his ally? I had decided to help him, but I just didn't know how to carry out this mission without the czar branding me a traitor. "Listen to what they have to say. You don't know what they are."
"And you do?" The King paused and arched an eyebrow at me. "You know the witches? Or are you a witch?"
"No, Your Majesty. I am no witch. I do know some of them. I had to in order to register their names. That is how we keep track of them, and how we continue to make visits to their homes and be sure they're following the law." I tried to remain nonchalant and as innocent as possible under the piercing scrutiny of the King. I only feared he would discover that while I was no witch, there was witches' blood in me. I doubt he would allow me to protect Rose with such close ties to his enemy.
"So you suggest I have tea with the people that caused the brutal death of my father, send bloody messages to me, and threaten the annihilation of my entire bloodline? You think I should get to know them? What is there to know? They want revenge. I want the same."
"It sounds like Lord Dashkov's words. Give them the full wrath of the Mazurs, and they will hate you more." I said after a few seconds of silent deliberation. "There has to be a middle ground. Bloodshed isn't going to solve this. Death will only drive you and the witches further apart."
"I do not seek the love of those who hate me," the King said resuming his walking. "It is futile to try to be loved by them. There is already too much bloodshed and abysm between us and them. The only way may be the eradication of them or us."
"You asked for my help," I stopped walking this time, and he did the same a few steps ahead of me. His guards were silently moving around us as if expecting me to jump five feet and stabbing the King in the heart. "You asked for my help in keeping the princess safe. I can't do that if you turn every single witch against us. There has to be someone who supports you. It's not easy leading a country. I saw it in my czar. Like I told you there is discontent. There will always be discontent. You can't please everyone, and you certainly won't be beloved by all. But you're not even trying. You might as well go with Lord Dashkov's plan. Go ahead, declare war on them, but I can't promise you will survive. I know witches. I know what they're capable of. They submitted to our laws not because they were afraid. They did it to spare the millions of deaths they can bring about. They're powerful beings, and my advice, if you still want it, is to sit down and try to hear them out. Try to reach each other across that abysm and close it once and for all."
The King said nothing for a few seconds and stood with his back to me. My hands were sweating, but I tried to ignore it. I wasn't afraid of him. I was afraid of his choice. If he chose to ignore me, then he would listen to Lord Dashkov and wage open war on the witches. Babushka told me tales of ancient witches, before they were discovered, and their immense power. They were able to bring famine to entire towns, or they could curse an entire bloodline until no one was left. Back when only witches procreated with their own kind, their power was stronger. Once they started mingling with humans, their power was dimmed but not by a lot. They were still strong. Stronger than us even with all the military advancements, I was sure the fight would be gory but the outcome the same.
"If I listen to you," the King said slowly turning to face me. I couldn't see his face with the light coming from the foyer, so I didn't know what was coming. With the King, anything was possible. "Does that mean you have made your choice? Does this mean you are with me?"
I inhaled sharply. I didn't think he would push the subject. I only needed time to come to terms with my choice because it was made the day I met Rose. I couldn't let her be hurt in any way, but I couldn't tell the King that. "I think my choice was made long ago, Your Majesty. I just need time to think of how to remain here and not betray who I am and who I serve."
"We will talk more tonight," the King moved towards me with his hand extended. "I am grateful for this, Mr. Belikov. Have a safe trip back to the palace."
"Wait, Your Majesty," I called back to him as he made his way to his office once again. "Are we in agreement though? No matter what happens, the princess can never know my involvement."
The King frowned. "Why would you not want the gratitude of the princess? She can open many doors for you as the future queen. Well, never mind. Your reasons are your own."
Without a real answer, the King resumed his walking. Pavel stayed behind and approached me. In his hand was a letter with the King's seal.
"The King gives me too much credit," he began. "I am good at what I do. I made sure to leave no trace behind as I put together your records. It was not easy. Your people truly wanted you buried. I'd be concerned if I were you. A man not easy to find makes it that much easier to dispose of. In this letter is the King's approval for you and your partner to remain in Turkey until you decide to leave this will give you a safe passage home. No matter what he says, he likes you. If he didn't, you'd be dead."
"Then why are you giving me this?" I frowned taking the letter anyway and putting it in my pocket.
"Words only carry so much weight around here," Pavel chuckled though there was no amusement in it. "These nobles rely too much on their status and won't accept the truth if it comes from your lips. Now if it comes from the King, they will take it to be law even if they despise him. I believe someone else is searching for you, Belikov. I don't know who it is though I am trying to find out. If they should find you, this will keep you safe. I hope. Regardless, be cautious."
With those foreboding words, Pavel turned and followed the King. I sighed and looked up at the Heavens wondering when or how I ended up in this situation. I just arrived in Turkey, and I'm already deeply intertwined with the royal family that leaving will now be a problem. The letter burned a hole in my pocket as I walked out of the parliament building. I wanted to read it, but I didn't want to break the King's seal in case it lost its value. I wondered if it said what they said, or if it was an incriminating piece of paper that would have my head removed instantly. No use worrying about it now. I wasn't going to run away now.
A black car was waiting for me out front to take me back to the palace. I told the driver I had forgotten my duster at the restaurant, so before we headed to the palace, he took me to 'retrieve' my belongings. Once inside the restaurant, now busy with tourists and people wishing to eat where the princess had, I asked the maître d' for a telephone. I didn't like using them, but I needed guidance. Who better to give it than my family? I called the number of the pharmacy Sonja worked at. Unfortunately, she was off that day, but the owner offered to run and get my mother for me. I asked him to fetch Babushka. I did want to talk to mama and the girls, but I was pressed in time, and I needed my grandmother's wisdom and even insight into magical things.
A few minutes later, I heard Babushka fussing with the owner. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Dimka," my grandmother said in our native tongue. She was smart that woman. She knew it was best to stick to our language so people eavesdropping wouldn't understand. "Good to hear from you though I fear this is no social call, is it? Before you ask, yes, we are all fine."
I chuckled. "You know me so well, Babushka." I inhaled sharply and took a moment to gather my thoughts. Babushka remained silent allowing me to speak whenever I was ready. "Do you remember what you said to me last time I saw you?"
"Of course. I'm not that old," I could hear her rolling her eyes.
"What did you mean I had to listen to my heart? You and mama raised us to always listen to it and do the right thing. But you said…"
"I know what I said," Babushka interrupted. "Get to the point, Dimka. I assume you don't have a lot of time."
"What is the difference between listening to my heart and doing my duty?"
"That's for you to find out. What's in your heart right now?"
"My family," I answered immediately then paused. They will always be in my heart but so was someone else now. Someone I wasn't sure should be there. "I know you said you would be fine no matter what choice I made, but how can I be sure when doing the right thing might hurt all of you?"
"We are strong, Dimitri. The Belikovs have endured not only because of the power in our blood; we are also resilient. We've been through too much to give up now. When you return, I will tell you one more story. Now, just know you are doing the right thing. This is your test. You need the girl just as much as she needs you now. There's more than one kind of duty. Duty to your family, duty to your country… You are ignoring the most important of all: duty to your heart. To yourself. You are always saving the world, but when are you going to save yourself? Do the right thing, Dimitri, and everything else will fall into place." This was the longest answer I had ever gotten from my grandmother. She was usually cryptic speaking in riddles or very little, and that was how my mind was made.
Reluctantly, I said goodbye to my grandmother asking her to give my love to the family and was on my way back to the palace. In the car, my mind was racing. What my grandmother, the King, and Pavel said were very much there, but now that my mind was made, there was much to do. I had to speak to Christian first. No, I had to make sure Rose was fine. She had never left my mind, but she had been out of my sight for too long. I knew Adrian would protect her as best as he could. It was evident he adored Rose. How couldn't he? Rose was stunning, incredibly smart, and kind. Besides I had no doubt in my mind they grew up together both being from prominent families, and I wouldn't be surprised if an engagement had been arranged with or without their knowledge. The thought caused me to stop on my way up the stairs in search of the princess. Why did it bother me so much to think Rose was promised to another? I had no right to feel this way. Obviously, she would marry someone with a powerful name that will make her rule that more impressive.
I took a deep breath and dismissed the nasty feeling in my gut. As I resumed my search for the princess, I told myself this feeling was pity and protectiveness. If my sisters were in this position, I knew I'd do anything in my power to help them be free. Knowing Rose was displeased at the thought of an arranged marriage made matters worse. But this was a fight I couldn't help her with no matter how much I wanted to. Unlike my sisters, Rose had expectations that had to be met in order for her to continue her family's rule. I really had to put a stop to my savior complex. It was going to get me in trouble one day.
Speaking of trouble, it was like I conjured him with my mind. Adrian Ivashkov was making his way down the hall just as I got to the top of the stairs. He had a cigarette in his mouth though it was unlit, and he was deep in thought I assumed, for he didn't see me right away. In fact, he took two steps down the stairs before realizing it was me.
"The hero returns," he said turning around and taking the two steps back up to be on my level. He was tall though not as much as me, so his intimidation game wasn't going to be very effective. "Her Highness hasn't stopped singing you praise. The Queen is very pleased as well though not as much as the King I'm sure. How much did he offer you?"
"There is no price he could offer me for Rose's life," I said fisting my hands at my sides. Why did these nobles think everything was about wealth?
"Is your price that steep?" He arched his eyebrows in disbelief as he finally lit his cigarette. "I don't see why. It's not like you're doing a good job. That's what we get when we hire cheap, foreign labor I suppose."
"Think whatever pleases you about me, Lord Ivashkov. I don't think there's anything I can say that will change that opinion. However, I can say I'm not here to become rich leeching off the royal family. Wealth is not everything." I gave him a bow and turned to leave. "Have a pleasant day."
"I know you're not who you say you are," Adrian called after me. "I know ambassadors of every major country. Only a few have heard your name. How will Rose feel about hearing her hero is not who he says?"
I turned around and walked right up to his face. The smoke bothered me, but I didn't let him get to me. He was going to ruin not just my mission but my friendship with Rose. I couldn't allow it.
"You are childish. I am here to forge peace between Turkey and Russia. I don't have time for you." I chuckled. "And why would she believe you? Because you're her childhood friend? A jealous friend who feels threatened by me. Don't think I didn't see your behavior last night was to trigger a reaction out of me."
"She's going to believe me because I have never lied to her. She knows me like the back of her hand, and she knows I would protect her with my very life. As for feeling threatened by you?" He threw his head back and laughed wholeheartedly. "The Princess and I are engaged. There's nothing a nobody like you could ever do to break that engagement forged at birth. We will rule the world, and you'll just live in it. Have a pleasant day, Mr. Belikov." With a smirk, he began to descend the stairs. I had no remark, no response. I was in shock and that was happening a lot recently. "By the way, I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you. I doubt you'll be allowed to stay much longer once Rose finds out who you really are."
He tossed his cigarette aside and walked out of the palace. I stood glaring at the back of his head for rattling me so much. I was concerned he would find out who I really was and tell Rose. For some reason, the news of the engagement bothered me most. Rose didn't want it; I knew that with certainty. Even if it was Adrian, her childhood friend, she didn't want to marry because someone told her to. That was what I liked about her. That rebellious nature subtle in some ways and like a raging fire in others. To think her spark would be dimmed even a little was too much to bear. I couldn't help vow to myself to help her not just by keeping her alive but finding a way out of her engagement. I did it for her not me. Or so I kept saying. But as I continued looking for the princess, I felt more and more at ease knowing she was so close. I asked a maid to point me in the direction of the princess bedroom to inquire about her wellbeing. At her door were three guards keeping her safe, but I wouldn't believe it for myself until I saw her with my own eyes. One of the guards stepped inside to announce my presence, and I heard her voice. The calmness it brought washed over me in ways no one else had done before. I knew then I wasn't here to save her because she was important as future queen. She was important because she was a person. She was a person I cared deeply for, but I could never say out loud. I could never tell her how I felt because there was no use. I was not worthy. I was simply her savior and once I was done with my mission, I had to disappear from her life forever.
AN: Happy new year to all! I hope everyone had lovely holidays. I do apologize for going MIA for so long. I haven't had much inspiration and when I did, well, I procrastinated a lot. I do apologize for that, and I will be sure to make up for it. Thank you so much as always for your lovely reviews. They always make me smile. The only reason I don't respond to them is because I am so terrible at keeping up with messages seeing as sometimes I go away for so long. Please don't hate me! I do appreaciate each and everyone of you.