Deep within a forest that boasted magnificent evergreens, there was an imposingly large and luxurious carriage, one that boasted its aristocracy and privilege to those it deigned to pass and showcase its splendor to. This carriage that was now speeding along a trail deep within the woods of Saint Petersburg, was under the ownership of the illustrious Petrova family, a powerful family of nobles within Russia. Having neared its destination, the carriage slowed briefly, allowing the passenger a moment to recuperate from the exertions of travel. This spare moment allowed the passenger the time to, in all the ways her body deemed possible, breathe in the scent of the pines, of the dewy grass. In this moment of pure, silent peace, she also took the time to admire the towering giants of her home that were as anchored to the Earth as she felt she was. The trees. In addition, she seized the moment to accentuate her ever growing sense of kinship with the rest of the plants, the flora. To remind herself of the ancient soul that grasps and stretches and bends itself into all that lives within it. The ancient soul that has existed for the antiquity of time; the ancient soul that Is the forest. It is here where this carriage pauses shortly, merging both parts of the girl's soul together under the nascent rays of a sun born to rise and fall each day. As the glowing embers of light shine its rays upon the lacquered vessel of travel, as if blessing its inhabitants, the carriage accelerates once again, removing the final few meters of distance between the clearing and it. Mere minutes later, the grand carriage loses its momentum, finally slowing to a stop in the clearing. A footman rushes to open the door as he says, "Lady Alina, we have arrived." Reaching a delicate, ebony gloved hand out to her footman, Alina swung her legs out, and then performed the difficult task of emerging from a low carriage in platform heels and a trailing gown, effortlessly. This was expected, as Alina Petrova was no novice. None of the Petrovas were.
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Fantasy𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥. The infamous Evil Queen, or Darkling Queen, as she is known in Russia, who reigns over the mysterious, elite kingdom of Velaris, is enmeshed in lethal political games to save her be...