He closes the door behind him and saunters towards my desk, stopping in front of Anatoly. My half-brother, to his credit, refrains from shoving our father out of the way. Instead, he stands up and shifts into the corner. Even a few feet away, he’s a looming presence. He practically casts a shadow over Otets, who stretches his neck as long as it will go.
I know for a fact that Iakov Novikov hates that his bastard son stands a foot taller than he does.
“I was able to get a message to the Greeks. Helen’s father is willing to stop this war in its tracks… if you marry Helen as promised.”
“He’s already married,” Raoul interjects dourly.
The only thing my father hates more than Anatoly towering over him is Raoul being my second. He offered Raoul to me as a slave; I put him in a leadership pos
