Touji Dynasty Chronicles

Act 5 - The Plans

In the rainy Petesburg favored not peace over the palace guards , they noticed strange behavior directed by Tsar. When one looked at him one could feel an aura of not peace that anyone who talked to Tsar could feel , not denying that one could feel a chill. Tsar was in his room at the St. Petersburg palace looking at a family portrait. The man was haunted by his senses and guilt. He whispered to himself.
- It's all my fault , if it weren't for me. You would be alive here...- The man said blankly looking with his eyes ready to let out his tears.
- Father forgive me.... - He whispered again and caught himself with his hands against his chest. The man felt resentment and madness towards himself and both the seeds of hatred.... but his hatred was mainly for his mother.For her deeds she did to him , but in one thing he owed her. Because he was not an ignorant bitch like her , finally Tsar stood up and wiped his glazed eyes , if he is to be a better Tsar as his mother said then he will be one even if he has to shed his own blood. He knew it would be difficult because his country's situation was almost equal to France's, but the people did not revolt or make revolutions, he had his wits about him and knew that if he continued like this he would end his life like his father.Tsar finally took steps towards the door and opened it, he saw one guard who just happened to be Memona. Memona looked at him with a worried expression on her face, it seemed to Tsar that she was unnecessarily worried about him, because according to him everything was fine, but you couldn't be sure. The truth was a fact seen through human eyes and the facts that implied "truth" were human words.
- something wrong? - Tsar asked and his disturbing aura continued to expand , yet Memona knew that Tsar was not okay. She knew Tsar very well and knew that he was more cold than disturbing , and as mysterious. She inferred from staring into his eyes that he was almost crying.
- Lord please I will listen to your words that you want to say to someone but you don't say because you leave only to yourself, wouldn't it be better for you?"- Memona suggested culturally and kindly pronouncing the sentence she said to Tsar. She did not want nevertheless to undermine the person Tsar is , Memona felt some kind of bond to Tsar that was not strange to her , because she treated him as her friend , and he also treated her that way.
- No , thank you. I know you are trying but this is the moment when I have to deal with some facts myself. - Tsar tried to say it coolly but that too was mixed with the anxiety she felt for him. Memone frowned and didn't know what to say, she simply stepped back and let Tsar leave the room.After a while, Tsar closed the door and strode along the corridor of the palace, Memona simply watched him with no peace as he slowly walked away. - A moment of solitude?- whispered Memona to herself and raised an eyebrow looking at the departing Tsar. This moment could have been one she would remember for a long time.
At that time things were not much better in France , Cam who looked at the outraged people in France was aware that they would bring revolution to their country. Cam smiled lightly to himself and continued to look at the streets of Paris with a slight smile because finally something would be happening. Finally there will be some resistance between the ruler and his subjects , he has been waiting for this moment for a long time. Cam's soul wasn't pure, but his desire for revolution at the sight of the dilapidated French was getting the better of him.
- I see that this ruler of ours was again not a good choice.- she whispered to herself and smiled more and more to herself. Then she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall of a random building so that she could have access to observe what was going on in those filthy as well as chaotic streets.
Cam kept making plans in her head about the revolution oras she imagined in her head what it would look like , even though some of the details she imagined were a slight exaggeration.