Princess Olga. From Fury to Holiness

Olga stood by her tent, watching as more and more tongues of flame appeared beyond the palisade of Iskorosten. There were screams; people were clearly running around the city. Sveneld looked at the princess, at the face on which the reflections of the started fire fell, and tried to understand what she felt. He could not, Olga's face was inscrutable…