Above: Alexandra And Dmitri Pavlovich
I walk down the road and pull my veil down even further, My feet are already hurting but I have to find my daughter. Pregnancy has always been very rough for me, It doesn't help of my leg and heart problems, But they've gotten better since my time at the farmhouse. I walk on the side of the road holding my hand to my stomach, I cannot let anything happen to my baby, My precious little son. It has to be, We have to take Russia back, After I worked so hard to to make it perfect for Baby. I can't think about him, I can't focus on the past or else I'll break down and I have to get to one of my girls, Whoever she is. I have too. "Mama! Your highness!" I hear someone call out from behind me, I know exactly who it is. I turn around slowly, I haven't seen him in two years. He killed my closest friend and best advisor, The holiest of men. Dmitri. Striding to me across the dirt road as if nothing has changed, It's still the careless years on the standart. But he's not like my son anymore, He is a murderer and a sinner, The Russian people were fooled by him just as we were. I can't walk away, I can't be cold, I don't what he'll do if I do that. Alert the Bolsheviks, He was always unpredictable, He probably hates us for sending him too Persia. I don't even know how he got here, I can see the happiness behind his eyes as he stride up too me, Like how he used to be. But I can't trust him, He and Felix hurt our motherland, Killed it by taking our friend from us. "Matushka. I have returned." He bows almost to his feet, A silly gesture, He always made us laugh even with his crude jokes. I extend my hand out as he kisses it, I am the proper empress of Russia after all, "Dmitri, Goodbye." I nod my head at him coolly and walk off in the opposite direction, I can run and be gone by the time he alerts authorities but instead he just follows me on his long legs. "You know how sorry I am for being a bad illegitimate son, Matushka. It is not your fault and I have been a bad son. You may spank me on the arse if you wish." I stifle a laugh, He always made everyone laugh at the last minute, With his crude and dirty jokes. "Leave me alone." I try to contain my cool composure, I've always been good at hiding my feelings. "Look, You may! I have been awful Matushka!" He stops in front of me and leans down if I were actually to do it "Well?" He looks back at me with such a look I can't help but laugh 'Where are we going?" He stands up and walks next to me, Less grim faced then when I last saw him. It's him, The old him. I need an ally, I was doing fun on my own but it gets lonely and he knows my girls sometimes better then me I think. "I need to find my daughter." I say quietly and I can see his face light up "One of them is alive?" I don't know, i don't know if she's alive. But she has to be "Moscow. That's where we should go." I turn my head to look at him. Moscow? Is he crazy? "The capitol, Where everyone's going. Including your son I suppose."
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We 7 Forever
Narrativa StoricaWhat if the story of the Romanovs Execution is false? What if it never happened at all? Just Bolshevik Propaganda. Told from the Romanovs Perspective.
