[ON HOLD] The Romanov Princess

Bad Heiress

Viktor Romanov rubbed the tip of his temple as he picked up a couple of newspapers this morning which his butler has given him, mostly tabloids that features his granddaughter on the headlines. He suddenly needed a cup of coffee to soothe his mind. He turned his swivel chair on the right and faced the stunning view of his Moscow home. He thought of his deceased son and his wife, whom he treated as his own, and how life would have been better if they were here. Plus, if they were here he wouldn't be the one who has to deal with their rebellious daughter.

"What am I going to do with you, my dear?" he muttered in a slow voice as his eyes laid upon his granddaughter's portrait in his office wall. Compared to reality, his son's daughter looked tamed in the portrait.

There was knock on the door and his wife entered the room holding a tray of french toast, one of the favorites of the old man eating for breakfast. She smiled and put the tray in a seperate table near his husband.

"The prime minister just called. He is looking for you. He says it is urgent, dorogoy." Said Anya Romanov.

"I dont want to see him. You know why he is looking for me." Said the old man who was feared by all and respected by all, both countrymen and other people all around the world.

"She's just troubled. She never meant any harm, you know." Said his wife.

"Eighteen years of being troubled? She should be over that reckless attitude of hers by this time!" Viktor said sternly.

"She's hurt. She's still grieving, Viktor! We are to blame you know. We never told her the truth." Said Anya who was on the verge of tears.

Viktor groaned inwardly for he made his wife teary eyed, and it was only eight in the morning. He got up and patted his wife's back gently and kissed her red hair, which had streaks of white due to old age.

"Mne zhal', dorogoy. Forgive me. You're right." He said.

"We should tell her." Sobbed by Anya.

"No. She can never handle the truth." He rejected.

His wife gasped and was about to smack her husband when Igor, their trusted butler for years knocked on the door and announced that the Prime Minister was on the gate.

"Should I go tell the guards to open it or come back perhaps another time, Vashe vysochestvo?" His butler asked.

Viktor groaned and gestured to let the prime minister in. Another thing to add on his stress, he thought.

The old couple greeted the prime minister and invited him to their manor's den where they served their guest with tea and cookies, the prime minister's favorite. It was automatic when the minister was visiting and quite often did he visit because of Viktor's granddaughter.

"Good morning, Viktor, Anya. We all know why I am here. I will cut to the chase." The minister said. "That granddaughter of yours is a big nuisance. It's all over the news, you know!"

"She did not mean it, minister." Defended by Anya.

"Did not mean it? I lost three of my best men last night! They're all bedridden thanks to your rebellious vnuchka!" Said the prime minister turning red.

"We'll take care of it, minister." Said Viktor.

"You know that you can't just pay it off like nothing happened. She's getting out of control. If you can't tame her, the police will. And you know that I cant stop the law, neither does your money." Said by the prime minister sternly to the wealthy businessman.

The couple looked at each other and they knew that Russia can no longer tolerate the reckless heiress they raised. It's high time that they tame their granddaughter and make her the proper lady that she should be.