The Tsar's Wife

Olga's Arrival

A week after, Olga arrived with Erickson at Alexander Palace. Everyone was in great spirits because of their loved ones arrival, and Nicholas went as far to let both himself and Alexei take an entire day off from his office and throw a small ball for Olga. Olive was mostly healed from her flu, and her life had went back to normal for the most part- minus all the lessons and letters she had to make up for while she was sick. Olive and Alexandra both had a whole gap of planning for the wedding to make up for as well, which was in less than a month now and needed many arrangements done still. Maids and servants as well as some priests were already decorating the church, and in the next few days there would be the rehearsal- which was very much needed since Olive wasn't sure what was exactly supposed to happen- and then a few days after that, the ball.

Olga's motorcar came strolling down the path, and a guard opened the palace gates for it. All of the Romanov Family was outside in the courtyard, chanson in the chilly January frost and air. Olive was standing next to Tatiana and Alexandra, while the little pair stood a bit behind them, playfully kicking snow at each other Andes earning stern glances from Tatiana. Nicholas wad smoking a cigarette with his arms crossed, as if he were in deep thought, and Alexei stood beside him, and Olive vaguely noticed how he would screw up his nose like a rabbit whenever the smoke would reach him. The motorcar stopped just a few meters away from the front doors of the palace, and out stepped Olga, smiling brightly at them all. Erickson climbed out the other side of Olga, waving briskly to all of them as a maid came and grabbed their luggage front the trunk and carried it into the palace.

Olive could almost feel Tatiana's rare joyful beam as she looked over at her older sister, who was now walking towards Nicholas in a manner that would usually be surreptitious, but still managed to look graceful and not one of them said anything. Nicholas threw his cigarette onto the white concrete below his feet as his daughter ran into his arms, holding him tightly. Olive smiled at their embrace, and she could see the tears welling in Nicholas's eyes with his gentle smile as he held his first child. "Papa..." Olga said into his chest, the sound almost inaudible through the barrier of Nicholas's shirt. Alexandra was crying now too, her hand covering her mouth as Tatiana sniffed back her own tears. Olga had always been closer to Nicholas than Alexandra, and Olga was quite possibly Nicholas's favorite child, though he would never say it out loud.

"Dushka Olga." Nicholas said, pulling back to look into his daughter's tear stained face as she gave him a brave smile that reflected his own in warmth and of course genetics. Olive thought she would cry herself at their sweet embrace, she hadn't ever had the chance to gain a relationship with her father, but it was nice to see someone else. Alexei and Nicholas had a special father and son bond, but Alexei was close to Nicholas in that way because he was the only son, and beloved by all Russia. Olga pulled away reluctantly from her father, her tears still streaming down her face as she smiled up at him, before walking over to Alexandra. Olga kissed her mother on both cheeks, before bringing her into a gentle hug. "Privet, Maya lyubimaya mama. " Olga said sweetly, and Olive vaguely remembered the words hello and mama in Russian. She couldn't decipher the other words, but unlike all the other times when she desperately wished she could speak more Russian, she couldn't care less.

Alexei was smiling at his mother and sister,while Olive could tell by a simple glance that Tatiana was aching to rush over to her beloved sister and hold her tight, but her dignity restricted her from it. Tatiana was always so dignified even at the least needed moments, but when Olga looked over to her and gave her a knowing smile, Tatiana lost any sort of resolve she may have had holding her back from her sister. The two crushed together in a blazing hug, and Olive saw the tears in Tatiana and Olga's eyes, though they were both laughing and smiling. Olive and Emma were close- but not that close. There weren't really any other girls in Miss Peregrine's home for Olive to really get close to, since Emma was the closest girl in age to her. She had been close to Enoch as well, but that wasn't until she got a bit older.

Olga pulled away from Tatiana, whispering something in Russian, though it was too low for Olive to hear, and smiled at Olive and Alexei. She ran to Olive first, gracefully of course, and pulled her into a tight hug. "Pozdravleniya! Congratulations my dear!" Olga exclaimed, and Olive smiled, laughing a bit as Alexei shifted a bit closer to her. Olga pulled back, her hands resting on Olive's forearms as she grinned like a bobcat. "You'll be the most beautiful bride all of Russia has ever seen, but don't tell sweet mama I said that." Olga said, giving a wink as Olive blushed from the praise, her head ducking down to the ground with a smile. Olga let go of Olive, walking to Alexei and bringing him into an embrace. "Ah, you've gotten so tall over the years. I have to look up to see you." Olga quipped, making everyone laugh as Alexei chuckled and shook his head slowly. "I guess I'm not your little brother anymore." Alexei said, a knowing teasing smile on his face.  Olga stepped back, her smile reflecting her younger siblings.

"On the contrary, You shall always be my sweet younger brother."

Updated!!!! Yay!!! Guys, I'm so sorry I haven't been, if you read the authors note you'll know I've been really busy, bit I'm NOT giving up on this story, I will finish it no matter how long it takes. The picture at the top is of Olga and two general somewhere around 1914, maybe 1910. She is my second favorite of all the sisters. Thanks for readng!!! I'll try my best to update!