Starting at the end Ride the Storm hopes and Speculation
Originally posted elsewhere but this feels like a good place to start. Since I’m late, I’m going backwards. This is what I would like to see from RtS. I have asked only one spoiler about the book but have been inadvertently spoiled about a few things. I have read the chapter Karen Chance posted on her Web page and listen to her Read for Pixels chapters. That said this should be spoiler free and purely hope and speculation. I’ll further preface this saying that, yes I am unabashedly on Team Pritkin and I am working under the assumption that Cassie and Rosier and successful. I simply cannot fathom any other outcome. I have a little text file on my tablet where I’m storing my spoiler, hopes, questions, and speculation cause I’m a nerd like that. Here goes!
What I want to see
*Cassie and Pritkin are a couple. They each face up to their feelings and tell the other how they feel! No more waiting for the opportune moment. As soon as Pritkin wakes up they both declare undying love and call it a day. (Ok not quite like that, but no more easing into it. Get it out there in the open dammit!)
*Pritkin formally breaks with the Circle but keeps a peripheral association as a expert consultant or the like. Just no more active role in Circle business. Like he did in the early days of his association (via a Q&A). This would take away some of the accusation of bias like that followed Jonas and Agnes and that is following Cassie and Mircea. Instead he serves the Pythian court full time (more on this later).
*Cassie tells Mircea off for his shenanigans and breaks off their personal relationship.
*Fred, Rico, and maybe Marco break with Mircea and follow the Pythian court (aka Cassie) when we makes the break with Mircea.
*A “Pythian Posse” (for lack of a better term) is created made of representatives from various groups. Their loyalty would be to the Pythian court, not their original groups. Some members would include Pritkin, Francois, Rian, Tami, Fred, Rico, Marco, Casanova, Radella (?). Pretty much all of Cassie’s more loyal allies. She NEEDS more people she can trust implicitly. This is a pipe dream.
*Cassie takes over part of Dante’s as her court. It’s totally impractical but also completely in character and funny as hell. She’d have to get it away from Mircea somehow or else he would still have something (else?) to hold over her head.
*Rian becomes Rosier’s new heir or partner freeing Pritkin of the responsibility. She actually seems like she’s in a decent place to help him out now. She’s powerful enough to create a body and few other incubi can do that IIRC. She seems to want to help Pritkin and Cassie and this could go a long way to doing just that.
Questions that I would like to see answered this book
*Why was Fred not affected when Mircea knocked out the rest of the family? Was it accidental or is he that powerful? I’ve thought for a while that there is more to Fred than meets the eye. I’m interested to see where his story line leads. Is he even a vampire?? Fred has become my favorite minor character. I love that goof ball.
*Who or what is Roger Palmer really; human, part human, ancient being? At very least, I think he is much older than he appears. He’s not Fey, but that leaves other possibilities open. I looked into his other names a while back. I need to dig that info up, it’s on a different device. But if memory serves they meant servant of the gods or the like. Anyway, a post for another day.
*WTF is up with the time line snafu with Roger anyway?? That one has confused me for 6 freaking years!
*How will Cassie and Dory react when they find out about each other and/or meet formally?
*How did Pritkin get the scars on his shoulder? We see hints of this in a RtW deleted scene.
*Why does Mircea want a Pythia? I think it has something to do with Dory.
*Where does Rian fall in all of this. She has too much character development to be a minor character. What will change with her status and her relationship with Casanova now that she has a corporeal body?
*Jules, who gets him? Is he free to leave, will he be forced to be turned again?
Again, if you know the answers to any of these questions, statements, and speculations don’t tell me! Even if I’m completely wrong (probably am, but might as well dream big!).
Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”
It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.
“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”
Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.
Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”
“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.
He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”
“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”
“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.
Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”
His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.
His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”
“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.
Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”
He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.
what she means:
the darkling's first childhood friend tried to kill him by drowning bc she wanted to take him apart and use his bones as amplifiers and he's been on the run all his life until he made a name for himself and sacrificed his own needs and happiness for the sake of a much grander plan (albeit one that didn't go as planned) and he's probably never been loved by anyone bc although baghra was a fiercely protective mother she wasn't exactly the loving type who showed emotions and told her kid how much she loved him so instead she squeezed all of her ambitions onto him and she taught him to be cold and focused and she told him he was powerful and brilliant rather than loved and perfect the way he was (and that he didn't need to change in any way shape or form) so he shut off his humanity and emotions and people have tried to murder him so many times he's lost count and yes he fucked up and he was problematic and i haven't forgotten any of the things he did but he lost the light of his life, the only thing he ever truly loved, to a walking disease who couldn't keep it in his pants and his Manly™ ego constantly threatened to crush everyone around him and he couldn't even be bothered to spell his tattoo properly
please tell me why I legit have a whole idea for a 10 episode spin-off miniseries with Stiles and Lydia settled down in Beacon Hills running Martin-Stilinski Detective Agency (which is basically a coverup for We Keep The Supernatural Shit Under Wraps But Will Also Dig Up Dirt On Your Enemies For You) with their daughter as the main character and special appearances from Scott and Kira and their kids and Corey and Mason and their little one SOMEONE STOP ME
Previously: Yuuri, runaway prince of Yutopia, has found himself in the service of Victor Nikiforov, crown prince of the neighboring country of Rus. As a prospect for Prince Victor’s personal bodyguard, Yuuri was granted an audience with the Tzar. At first, Yakov is skeptical of this “Yuuri Nishigori” that his sons found on the side of the road, but he’s won over by Yuuri’s eloquence and earnest desire to be of help. Prince Yuri, though, doesn’t seem to share his father and brother’s opinion. Regardless, Yuuri’s appointment is confirmed.
Yuuri doesn’t know what it is that he expects when they leave the Tzar’s presence, but it’s certainly not to have Victor complaining about how tired he is. “Travelling is hard on the body, Yuuri,” he says wisely. “We should go to sleep early, since we have to get an early start tomorrow anyway.”
Oh, Yuuri thinks. Maybe he’s not as immature as I thought. “Then, if Your Highness would point me toward the servants’–”
“Call me Victor,” Victor admonishes. “I already told you that. And Yuuri, don’t you want to sleep with me?”
“Huh?” There’s no way to respond to that other than shock.
“You’re my personal guard, after all. You should be sleeping nearby, not all the way in the servants’ quarters.” Victor doesn’t seem to understand the implication behind his words, and that makes Yuuri feel at least a little bit better. He still has to figure out how to decline, though; Victor is one of the more stubborn people he’s known in a while, and it’s going to be hard, as a servant, to change his mind.
“You’re welcome to retire, Victor, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to borrow Mister Nishigori.” Yuuri’s saving grace come in the form of a young man with dark hair. “We have to go over your schedule for tomorrow and ensure that he knows what’s expected of him.”
Victor pouts, but doesn’t protest that much. Something tells Yuuri that this may be a recurring argument, but at least for now he’s letting it go. “Don’t keep him too long, Otabek. We have an early day ahead of us!”
The man– Otabek? What an odd name –just raises an eyebrow. “You rarely have early days, Victor. You get up whenever you please.”
“Which is pretty early!” Victor protests.
Yuuri is looking between the two of them in shock. Is this really how servants in this country interact with their employers? Never mind the fact that Victor is a royal, it would be unheard of in Yutopia no matter the person’s rank.
Otabek doesn’t look in the slightest as though he’s joking, either. “By your standards, maybe. Now, we really must be going. I’d like to get some sleep tonight as well.”
He steers Yuuri away, keeping his shoulder in a vice grip until they get to the library. “My name is Otabek. I’m the captain of the guard. Before you ask, yes. You do outrank me.”
Yuuri blinks. “I know. I wasn’t going to ask that.”
The captain of the guard is in charge of the general guard, but personal guards are handpicked by the royal family. Therefore, they have more authority. That’s nearly unanimous, no matter the country.
Otabek’s eyebrows furrow just the slightest bit, but his expression is otherwise unreadable. Yuuri hopes that he hasn’t given himself away, and that he’s not sweating with nerves. But Otabek doesn’t say a word about it, instead pulling out a roll of parchment.
“Victor is well-loved by most, so in terms of protection, you aren’t going to have much to do. Always be on your guard, of course, but you’re more of a glorified babysitter than anything else.” He gives the scroll to Yuuri. “That’s his schedule for the rest of the week.”
“Is… why are you giving this to me?” The parchment is about as heavy as Yuuri expects, considering Victor’s title as crown prince, but there isn’t a reason that he should be the one carrying it around.
Otabek shrugs. “Victor is usually good about being where he should be, but both he and Yuri have a tendency to skip lessons they dislike. It’s your job to make sure that Victor doesn’t.”
“If I notice Prince Yuri ditching something, should I stop him?” Not that he thinks he’ll actually be able to, but he can at least try if it’s expected of him.
“Generally, if you see Yuri, either Georgi or I are very close behind him. I assure you that Victor will be more than enough to handle on his own. Just memorize that schedule and do your best to stick to it.” Otabek’s expression hasn’t changed once. “Two more things before I can let you go. You are free to ask for my help with Victor. Georgi frequently does, and he’s been Yuri’s guard for years.”
“I’d never dream of it,” Yuuri says hurriedly. “I’m sure you’re busy enough without doing my job for me. Not to say that Georgi doesn’t do his own job, but–”
Otabek cocks his head, considering him. “You really are interesting. I can see why they like you.”
Yuuri stops rambling. “Um… thank you? I think?”
“Don’t. I haven’t yet decided whether or not I like you. Your work ethic and dedication will decide that.”
The fact that he isn’t glaring only makes that a more intimidating statement. Still, Yuuri decides that he likes Otabek. People who avoid snap decisions tend to be very good judges of character, he’s learned.
He manages a smile. “Alright. You mentioned that you had something else to tell me?”
“Yes. Victor is much more than he appears to be. Keep that in mind and do what he asks.” Otabek shoots him a look that almost looks amused. “That includes his name and your sleeping arrangements.”
Yuuri just gapes at him as he puts a hand on his shoulder and leaves the library, leaving Yuuri to find his own way back.
He manages, if only after about an hour of aimless wandering, to find Victor’s room again. He doesn’t have any nightclothes, so he’s planning on just sleeping in his undershirt and trousers on the chaise at the end of Victor’s bed.
What he’s not planning on is having Victor jumping at him as soon as he opens the door. “Yuuri!”
“Your Highn–Victor, what are you doing?” Yuuri barely manages to keep the both of them from falling to the floor. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
Victor looks at him with wide blue eyes. “I decided to wait for you.”
Oh no, Yuuri thinks, face burning as he averts his eyes. He’s cute. Why is he so cute?
“That’s not healthy or appropriate,” Yuuri chides gently. “No servant should be getting in the way of something you need. And you need as much sleep as you can get.”
Somehow, Victor manages to talk Yuuri out of his original plan of using the chaise. Not twenty minutes later, he’s standing in too-big nightclothes borrowed from Victor, being tugged onto the bed. Victor latches onto Yuuri and falls asleep quickly, breathing going soft and even.
Yuuri, on the other hand, doesn’t get much sleep at all.