A Rude Awakening

Chapter 13

Glad to be back. Here is the Romanov sisters' visit to England!

Brief

Olga hoped that the royal family would receive her and her sisters better. Her cousin Elisabeth awaited them in southwest Germany, so she had gotten off lucky. As someone not affiliated with the now disgraced and despised Russian nation, Elisabeth was the more beloved of the risen princesses. Her kind, gentle personality had also swayed the hearts of millions...

The Romanov sisters had faced negative attention from social media and news outlets ever since they landed in England within the United Kingdom. From troll posts on their Youtube accounts to having blunt objects thrown at their rides and escorts, the British public which had supported Ukraine absolutely did not have any liking to this. The royal family had declined to make an official statement in most cases.

The few British royals who had noticed their presence on social media and official news had long since accepted their return as reality. They had even looked into their tragic pasts twisted with self-serving politics and violence. Against the pressures of anti-Russian sentiment, they had risked their reputations by voicing some sympathetic remarks for them. For this, Olga had gained a grudging respect for the British royalty.

"Despite their role in the Russian war effort, I believe they were used as tools by the madman. They were and still are, victims of their political environment. Based on their unfortunate past, I know that they are not intentionally vile," Prince Harry had spoken earlier in an interview.

"People must understand that they come from a different time. I cannot fathom how people would go out of their way to bother them. I, as a young prince, disliked the overbearing spotlight of attention as well..." Prince William had stated in his own interview.

November 5, 2022

Sandringham House, Norfolk, U.K

The skies had grown gloomier and darker. The mist from the English seas had come along, and raindrops were falling from high above, soaking the land. Some vines and moss had already spotted the foundations of the red brick facade that had hosted history itself. A royal blue limousine, with its headlights fading into the further mist, pulled into the driveway of the once bustling residence. Four other pitch black cars stopped not far behind, and the infamous British Highlander guards stepped out, carrying umbrellas. To the four resurrected women within the limo, they needed to face their gloomy past before they continued to their uncertain, murky future.

The leading officer of the guards stepped out, ordering the guards to take position by the limousine. He barked orders above the noisy splattering of the raindrops everywhere...

"To formation, men! We will escort them inside!"

"Yes, sir!"

With their sub-machine guns hoisted over their shoulders, the guards lined up by the limousine doors. The head officer then opened the doors of the limo. Out came the former Grand Duchesses, stepping onto land that they had not visited for more than a lifetime.

Olga squinted ahead, seeing two suited men approaching from the front doors of the Sandringham House. They carried umbrellas over themselves, walking calmly ahead with mild smiles. Medals glinted under the dampened sunlight. Olga knew that these were British princes, judging by their distinctly decorated uniforms. She wondered who they were... Maybe they were the infamous two on public media?

When Olga had stepped out with her three other sisters, she thanked the leading officer of the coated guards. He smiled at them, shading his eyes from the rainfall with one gloved hand. The leading officer then turned around to briefly bow and address the two men.