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Ch. 1 ... Regret
That was all that occupied Tasha in these moments alone. Visitors were rare. No-one wanted
to come see her now. Certainly not after what she did. Fair enough.
As Tasha - Tasha Ozera who dealt on a regular basis with worried glances, snobby royals and
different opinions - she understood. But as a person - someone who felt at least basic
emotions - it hurt.
Emotions were hurting her now, or rather just one. It was drowning her in her sleep and
beating her, helpless as she was now.
She never used to be helpless. She used to be a fighter, whether it be physical or verbal, and
she was good. She stood up for what she believed in.
There was no standing up now, not now that her soul was being torn apart with one terrible
She was drowning in it, beaten against the rocks as she lay, helpless in its onslaught.
She felt some regret for the queen she had murdered. Someone who appeared outwardly
dismissive towards Tasha's - and many others - view of getting moroi to fight along side the
dhampirs for their own safety, had actually secretly trained only elite moroi to see if it was
possible. The bad news in all of this is that by the time she had found out, Queen Tatiana was
already in her grave.
More regret for Rose, the dhampir who she had begun to care for and respect. Who had ended
up being framed by Tasha for the crime she had committed on one simple, feminine emotion.
Jealously. Tasha had wanted Rose's lover, Dimitri, she still did, and stupidly enough, thought
she could have him as soon as Rose was gone. Unfortunately for her, Rose had escaped and
ended up bringing forward the truth about Tasha.
And excessively painful regret for Christian, her nephew. In his eyes she had become his
mother, and he had become her son, if not by birth, after his parents were killed in dramatic
circumstances. She was the only family member who saw him for who he was, looked past
his history, and she had betrayed him.
Not that she had a choice to look past his history, she wished she could, but it was kind of
hard when you were there, when you watched it unfold in front of your own eyes.
She had thought her plan would work. That she would never have to worry about being
cramped up in this tiny cell. Her and Ethan had thought they had come up with every
They were wrong.
Locked up in her despair as she was, it wasn't hard to notice the change of her thoughts.
He was an unbelievably gorgeous dhampir, a great person, and more importantly saw her for
who she was. Including the disfigurement that marred her pale face, the most obvious
reminder of the night Christians parents died. She shuddered and turned her thoughts back to
Ethan, her fingers running along the edge of her scar.
She missed him, the last time they were able to be together was two days ago. The guardians
knew they were dating and as long as the security outside each of there cells merged together
while they were together they were allowed to meet almost daily in one of the cells.
It wasn't like they were going to do anything though, they'd both given up hope long ago. She
hoped she could see him again today, where she could apologise again, and where he would
tell her to forget it, to focus on the now and that they were together again. Then they would
kiss, and talk. And kiss, and talk.
She was falling in love with him. He excited her in so many ways she thought were lost after
she lost Dimitri.
She sighed, hoping maybe the guardians would let them stay together for more than an hour,
when she noticed him.
He was leaning against the tiled wall across from me, looking rather graceful despite his
And Rose was with him.