Nicholas p.o.v.
" Twelve years were enough Nicholas, it's time to come home.", Father Said gently, but I didn't reply...I couldn't reply.
They wanted to laicize me... defrocking? wanted me to strip my cassock and white collar...wanted me to leave my vows, my duties, my god...and for what? To be some f*****g king...some stupid heir for my father? That black cassock was the only thing I had for twelve years...in all those sleepless nights, that silver cold cross around my neck, and that divine presence I felt in that abandoned small Church was the only thing that had given me solace...the only reason I could remain sane after Samara had died, otherwise, I would have gotten mad recalling that same image of burning Samara with my unborn child inside her. And now, they wanted me to abandon
