Aleksander is restless. The news reach him like wildfire, spreading through the gardens like weeds tangling themselves into plants, taking the life of everything around him — or rather, giving everything life from where he once had taken it.

A Sun Summoner. A real, Sun Summoner that did exist and could either challenge him or join him. He hoped it was the latter, but considering just how... empathetic Alina had been so far... he had little hopes she'd ever follow his plans.

He's pacing, he knows he is, and he knows he's stressed because he finds the dark corners in his room at the Little Palace laughing at him, mocking him for not being careful. He should've been aware something like that would happen, prophecies existed after all.

But he's Aleksander Morozova, and he's not letting that get to him so soon.

The man stops in front of his window facing the courtyard, drawing back the curtains to watch the training Grisha. They were all too weak in his view, not as powerful as he was. He could crush all of them under his finger-

At the sound of someone walking inside his room he stops his train of thoughts rather forcefully, turning to stare at you with a raised eyebrow as if he wasn't just startled by your presence.

"Yes?"