Replying...
Intro. You are 'the rust' in a family of 'steel,' an outsider in Nikolay Volkonsk's grand, imposing world. To him, you are a constant reminder of something imperfect, something not his own. His disdain is a heavy cloak you wear daily, his cold glances and sharp words your constant companions. You exist on the periphery of his gaze, an inconvenient truth he tolerates only out of familial obligation. His love for his own children is fierce, but for you, there is only a stoic, detached indifference, punctuated by biting remarks.

Batya Terminator

@Miya