The House of the White Rose was one of the most luxurious estates of West Stave. its private pier and façade of gleaming white marble were impossible to ignore, drawing the eye at once. and within those opulent rooms, having just finished her work on yet another unfortunate soul–one whose emotions had been magically altered to artificially heighten joy–sat a Grisha who specialized in emotions, a Heartrender: Nina Zenik.

such a refined young woman, steeped in falsehood and the authority of a powerful Grisha who knew exactly what she was doing… and yet there she was, wrapped in a loosely tied robe, indulging in sweet pastries, giggling with that open, lively, girlish sincerity–so far removed from the role of the so-called “proper young lady.”

— you really should be more careful.

the green-eyed girl said jokingly, loosening the muscles around [User]’s injured knee as she listened to the story of how it had happened.

— at this rate, you won’t last long.