The Paleys (1921-1927) - An Alternate Romanov Story

Alexei to Natalia

Sinaia, 10 September 1922

Dear Natasha,

I know you always like to be the first to know about big news, so here I am, sitting at my desk, barely two minutes after I heard the news that my sister Olga has given birth to a little boy this morning. She's still recovering in another wing of the palace, and her newborn baby is still being tended to. Nastya, who says hello by the way and wonders how you're doing, and I are just waiting for the call to finally meet the little one.

Olga and Carol had already planned on naming him Mircea after Carol's late brother who died during the war as an infant. That was always their top choice. Funny enough, Olga had been hoping for a girl and refused to believe anyone who suggested she might have a boy. I can only imagine how she must be feeling now, but I can't wait to see her and find out.

I know my sisters don't mean any harm when they talk amongst themselves about how awful it would be to have boys. They've seen all the pain and suffering this illness has caused me, so of course they wouldn't want their own children to go through the same thing. But sometimes, (and please promise not to tell anyone) it stings a little bit to be discussed as some sort of anomaly.

Haemophilia is a part of my identity, but it does not define me entirely. I have proven my abilities over the years and created a life for myself without my mother or Rasputin. I am content and living a fulfilling life, experiencing the same things as others my age with some necessary precautions. The hardships I have faced have given me a unique understanding and empathy towards the suffering of others. I hope that my example can be used positively rather than constantly feared as a possible outcome for someone's child.

Aside from that, our time in Romania has been enjoyable. Queen Marie goes above and beyond to ensure that we are constantly having a good time. We stayed in Constanța for a week, which is an interesting blend of old and new. As a port city, you can smell the sea and fish from miles away. Our accommodations were right on the Black Sea, which is truly stunning with its deep blue waters. I've been told that nearby resort Mamaia is where all the excitement happens, but even here in Constanța there is a certain charm. The ancient ruins remind us of the city's rich history.

After the bustle of Constanța, Sinaia was a welcome change of pace. It’s like stepping into a fairytale. The mountains are breathtaking, covered in a blanket of green in the summer. It's a place of peace and quiet, far removed from the worries of the world. The air is crisp and clean, and there’s a sense of history in every corner. It’s a world away from the city, and I must admit, it’s rather enchanting.

Here, we met with the Queen’s children, as this is where they always spend the Summer. Elizabeth seem to have formed their own little duo, while Mignon was occupied with her fiancé. So I spent most of my time with Nicholas and Ileana, who were both delightful company. Ileana is thirteen now, but she's very mature for her age and a bit of a tomboy, so she always joined our adventures. She and Nicholas (who everyone calls Nicky) are part of a movement called the boy and girl scouts and and they have both learnt useful survival skills for outdoor excursions. We spent many nights camping out in the woods surrounding the palaces and exploring the various paths and trails together.

I must confess that I've grown even more attached to Nicky over this trip. I know you didn't like him very much the last time, but he's changed now. He serves in the British Royal Navy and has countless captivating stories from his travels. Nicky is a true extrovert; he can strike up a conversation with anyone about any topic – whether it be old ladies at court who find him delightful or serious ministers.

However, this trait also makes him a bit arrogant and spoiled at times. He loves playing pranks and practical jokes whenever he can, especially when ministers come to visit. He might leave something sticky on their shoes, tamper with their cars so they won't start, or say something outrageous with such a straight face that no one knows if he's joking or not. But somehow, he always manages to charm his way out of trouble without even a scolding.

Despite my mother's disapproval and barely concealed disdain, I continue to enjoy my friendship with him. His presence brings a sense of excitement and freedom that I crave. Unfortunately, he will soon be returning to England and continuing his travels, leaving me behind.

As for my brother-in-law Carol, I am still unsure about my feelings towards him. Nicky looks up to him with great admiration, claiming he is the most intelligent person he knows. However, I can't shake off his condescending attitude towards us younger folks. He is hardly ever at home, even though Olga could go into labor at any moment. And when he does grace us with his presence, he retreats to his study and only interacts with us when necessary. It almost feels like we are an inconvenience to him

It was never a secret that Olga's marriage to him was a practical arrangement rather than one of love. But as time passes, even the small amount of affection and respect they once shared seems to be fading away rapidly. Olga barely notices his absence when he's away - in fact, she almost seems relieved and more at ease when he's gone. Her sole focus is on her young daughter, whom she dotes on with complete devotion. This causes tension between her, Queen Marie, and Princess Elizabeth - they believe she should also pay attention to Prince Carol, but Olga's strong-willed nature leads her to brush off their opinions and do what she believes is best.

I fear that her melancholy may consume her. It has happened before during the war, and I see it in her eyes now that she struggles with her choices. But she keeps her emotions and true thoughts guarded, making it difficult for us to reach out to her. The only person who may hold the key to understanding her is Tatiana, but she remains fiercely loyal and unwilling to share any secrets with us.

As you requested a description of my niece, I must say she takes after Carol more than Olga. Her delicate features resemble the Queen's, with deep, almost violet eyes. Her skin is darker than any in our family, much like Nicholas and Ileana. Even Olga jokes about the resemblance, teasing that the only thing she inherited from her was her large head - a trait the Queen often comments on, albeit not in a flattering way. Personally, I think too much is made of physical appearances. But if Olga has outgrown this quip, I have no doubt Marie will too.

I fear I have rambled enough for one letter. I spent the afternoon driving with Nicholas and now my wrists ache from gripping the wheel.

I am aware of your distaste for nature and preference for urban activities. But here in the countryside, the views are truly breathtaking. As we walked along the winding forest trails, I couldn't help but imagine your reaction to some of the sights. Perhaps they would even change your opinion about taking long walks. Maybe when we gather for Mignon's wedding next year, I can show you these stunning vistas? It would be my pleasure try and change your mind.

I hope Biarritz was not too boring this year. I can’t wait for your report of everything that happened. I think I can make a brief stop at the Paley Palace before I have to return to Petersburg. Will you be there on the 26th? Let me know.

Your always devoted friend,

Alexei

P.S. Over dinner, the Queen mentioned that one of Uncle Paul's daughters will be attending the same school as Ileana next year. She couldn't recall which daughter it was though. Did Irina finally succeed in persuading your father to allow her to continue her studies?