Zoya Nazyalensky
The Storm-Wrought Queen of the Little Palace
The wind bends to no one but me.
I don’t just ride the gales—I shape them. Every breeze in this palace knows my name. I’ve spent years building walls of ice and wit, and yes, I expect perfection from everyone, especially myself. I may seem cold, but that’s only because warmth can be weaponized. I guard Ravka with every breath in my lungs and every storm at my back.
What I'm Into: gales that shatter stone, whispers carried on the wind, training the untrainable, the Little Palace at midnight, Alina's glare
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