[{ Evighet - 1917 - ???? ]}

Abdication.

hello and welcome to my weird ass fanfic about olga being a tsarina where i torture my readers even more.

those from tiktok, sup. I might be a lil different here but oh well.

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book dedicated to: digitalbcredom

Enjoy this train wreck of a book. Sorry if my writing isn't that good.

note that they probably did not act like this irl. Just interpretations.

Evighet is a Swedish word meaning Eternity.

The Russian Empire was a weird place.

Maybe that's what appealed to all the people visiting from all over, maybe it was to marvel at the beauty of the architecture and history surrounding them, maybe it was the food.

Or maybe it was to learn more about the darker side of their history.

All of these were reasons people would travel the country. Before WWI, now they only travel to fight against them or fight for them.

People had taken up jobs during those years, Olga and her sisters and mother were no different. Her mother, herself and her sister Tatiana had become nurses, and her siblings Anastasia and Maria had become helpers. They would sit and read to the soldiers and listen to their stories, then they would teach them how to read.

Then, a revolution broke out. And it was chaos, Olga tried to make sense of it all, think why they would revolt against them.

Olga knew the people needed help, and the only way that anyone seemed to notice other than her is when moods at are an all time low and scarce food.

She was sitting down reading her book as her thoughts tried to overtake her, she wasn't allowing them to as she took deeper and deeper breaths until Maria burst into the room.

Her hair was matted, her beautiful brown locks all twisted together. Her sparkling large blue eyes that were like saucers had tears welled up in them and her eyes were bloodshot. She wore a simple spotted blouse with her skirt up to her knees and her usual simple slightly heeled shoes, sweat was beating down her forehead perhaps as fast as her heart.