Today was a new day, a brand-new day. As I rose from my bed, I'd stretch my arms, looking around my bedroom, my dress from the night before on the chair by my desk, with my Heels by the door. Three knocks coming from my door, I'd look over to it, yelling to whoever was behind it, "Come in!" Soon enough, my Father, Czar Kostadin II of Cristov, enters the room. He'd stares me down, looking at the watch on his wrist, then looking back. "It is 11:22, you are late to Tutoring by Three Hours, Todora." He'd say this in a stern tone, staring me in the eyes. "It's just Arithmetic, not like I have already had you drill that into my brain." I'd shrug, looking up at him.
"Dobrev*, first you dance with the Heir to Vistunia, now you act like one? Dobrev Almighty, just show up to your Political Tutoring this afternoon." He'd wave his hand at me, turning around to the door, where he would leave me alone within it. Another day in this hell.
I'd get dressed, pulling on a day dress with flowers embroidered on it. I'd put on a pair of flats, tightening them to fit completely. I'd walk out of my room to the Message Room, looking if I had received any important letters, where there was one, from the Foreign Relations Office. The Letter stated that the Empire of Vistunia had requested for me, Todora Vranchev Bakalov of Cristov to attend the Heir of Vistunia's Bachelors Ball,
"Just a Grand Thing..." I would mumble under my breath, I'd walk out of the room, towards the Dining Hall to where I assume my Mother would be, reading. I am not attending this, Mother is not going to send me off to this Bastardized Empire.
*Think of it as saying Christ in a sentence, Dobrev is just their Jesus Christ
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The Splitting Love
Historical FictionIn the midst of brewing tensions, Princess Todora of Cristov, falls in love with Archduke Steffen of the Vistun-Schloffian Empire. These two rivaling Nations have been embroiled in near constant conflict since the fall of Lyntinia in the 18th Centur...
