After Mexico City Vasily felt sorry for the girl that lost to him, in Paris her tears confused and upset him in ways he could not quite pinpoint, after Moscow - just a day ago - the king held tight in their hands between them, so tight it almost cut the palm, pulling this girl into an embrace and realizing as his arms wrapped around her narrow frame that the blood was rushing in his body, roaring in his ears as he felt her fingers dig into his back. The hesitation he felt before letting go. The realization that this girl was more powerful than he was, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.
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After Mexico City Vasily felt sorry for the girl that lost to him, in Paris her tears confused and upset him in ways he could not quite pinpoint, after Moscow - just a day ago - the king held tight in their hands between them, so tight it almost cut the palm, pulling this girl into an embrace and realizing as his arms wrapped around her narrow frame that the blood was rushing in his body, roaring in his ears as he felt her fingers dig into his back. The hesitation he felt before letting go. The realization that this girl was more powerful than he was, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.