Braedey's eyes snapped open, as he looked around at where he was now. He was no longer in his bedroom; he was actually in 1916 Russia, and it was snowing lightly, white snow all around him, while there were horse-drawn carriages and fancy cars of the time passing by on the street nearby. Braedey then took notice that he wasn't in his regular attire he had back home. He now has on a black button-up shirt with a blue fur-lined royalty jacket, as well as fancy black pants, and black leather boots, and he has black gloves on his hands.
"How strange..." Braedey muttered to himself, looking down at his attire, seeing that under his winter coat, he has on what looks to be royal clothing of the time period. "Very strange, indeed..."
'Somehow, the book has transported me back in time, and I'm now in Imperial Russia, back at the time of the 1910's, during the time of the Tsar rule.' Braedey thought to himself in surprise as he stepped out into the street, standing nearby a large royal building. 'How unexpected...'
"Excuse me, young man." A woman's voice spoke up next to the brunette, getting his attention. He turned, and to his surprise, he saw the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna herself standing before him, her dressed in a red gown and crown, her keeping her warm and comfortable.
'The Dowager Empress herself...' Braedey realised mentally with slightly widened eyes, then he knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to the elderly woman. "My deepest of apologies, Dowager Empress. I should've bowed at the moment I saw you." He apologised.
"It's quite alright, dearest." Empress Marie replied back gently. She did take note of his attire. "Are you a foreigner from somewhere, if you don't mind me asking?" She asked curiously.
"Yes. I have come far from the West of America, and I have wished to see what this region looks like right now." Braedey explained his situation, although he couldn't say anything else. "Are you going to somewhere, Dowager Empress?" He asked, taking note of the Empress' outfit. "If you don't mind me asking."
"Of course. I am attending the 300th anniversary of the Romanov family rule." Empress Marie clarified to the young brunette. "Would you care to attend the party?" She offered. "It might be a good opportunity for you to maybe meet my son, Nicholas."
"Dowager Empress, I'd be deeply honoured to be a part of the party celebration." Braedey bowed his head to the Dowager Empress with a soft smile. "And to celebrate the occasion."
The two walked over to a beautiful white horse-drawn carriage, some guards helping the Dowager Empress onboard, as Braedey climbed in next after her. Once the two were onboard, the carriage began to make its way forward, heading off towards the Catherine Palace, where the 300th anniversary of the Romanov family was.
"There was a time, not very long ago, where we lived in an enchanted word of elegant palaces and grand parties." A voice spoke in Braedey's head, almost like it was narrating to him mentally. He relaxed as he listens to the voice.
Eventually, the carriage was now approaching the Catherine Palace, the building all lit up, with opulently dressed partygoers streaming inside. Construction on the palace began in 1752 and it was finished in 1756. Its architect was Francesco Bartolomeo Rastrelli. It was an amazing sight, and a beautiful palace.
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FanfictionBraedey Martin stumbles across an interesting book in a library. After buying it, he ends up transported IN the book, becoming part of the story, to help the orphaned amnesiac Anya find her family, the dark sorcerer Rasputin planning to end the Roma...