Above: A colored photo of Alexandra
"What?" I snap and turn on my heel to him, It isn't funny to taunt me about baby, My pride and joy that I worked so long to get and now is gone with three of my other precious babies, How dare he even mention it to me! I am the Empress of Russia no matter what those damn Bolsheviks say, "Your son, Alexei, Is alive," He repeats to me slowly as If my mind wasn't as sharp as a whip. 'You are a liar,' I snap at him and walk ahead trying to push my grief aside 'He's in Petersburg,' He easily catches up with me on his long legs, I've never been particularly fast, But I want this murderer out of my sight. Feeding me such lies, What a horrible person he must be in his heart truly, Killing Gregori and then paining men more after we treated him like a son. "Since you still count me as your empress I demand you leave my sight," I snap at him, Not looking at his once handsome face hat has now sunken in so he looks older then me even. "Whatever you say your majesty," He turns and walks off on his heel after doing that ridiculous little bow he always do, I walk for days, My mind wondering if he was telling the truth abiut my precious baby, My only son. I remember when he was born, I awake groggily from the chloroform they gave me for the pain "A boy" My midwife says and hands me the darling little thing to me bundled in blankets to keep him warm, A boy, A precious boy that I've longed for since I married Nicky. He looks up at me with his grayish brownish eyes and I smile down at him with the most pride I've ever had I come out of my thoughts as I pass an Inn, I can feel my stomach growling and my feet ache, I need to eat now. I walk into the building, How could an Empress ever fall so low? Grandmama would have died if she had seen me like this. I keep my head down as I sit in the back, I have to steal the food, It's the only way to survive. "You know they say the boys alive" I hear a man say and I jerk my head up and I feel someone grab me by my wrists and pull them behind me.
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We 7 Forever
Ficción históricaWhat if the story of the Romanovs Execution is false? What if it never happened at all? Just Bolshevik Propaganda. Told from the Romanovs Perspective.
