[ON HOLD] The Romanov Princess

The Last Straw

I opened my eyes when I felt someone was with me in my room. And I was right.

"Young mistress, you are late." She said.

"I dont care. Leave me alone." I said, sleepily and closed my eyes again.

"Get up! Your teacher is here! You are late for your class!" She said and threw my blanket away from my body. I glared at her and was about to argue when she put her hands to her hips and motioned me to go to the bathroom and take a bath.

I groaned but did it anyway. Lada is very scary whem she is angry. I've known her for years and I know every meaning to her expressions as much as she knows mine.

Out of all the maids that came to the manor to apply, I picked her to become my personal maid because of her eyes that reminded me of the virgin Mary we had back in my old house.
We were not religious but somehow, my mother wanted a saint or something inside our mansion back in Sergiev Posad. She took care of me after I chose her to be my maid up until this day. She takes care of me whenever I'm troubled, tired and even with hang over. I love her and I'm thankful that she's here.

I slipped on a black ensemble for my ballet practice this morning, except for a pink tulle. I didn't bother eating breakfast seeing that I was already late. I opened the double doors to the ballet studio we have in the manor and I can hear the piano music in my ears.

I cursed silently as old Mrs. Mariya glared at me.

"You're late." She said.

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry." I muttered.

"Basic stretching, sputnik." She instructed.

I walked over to the bars and made basic stretching for today's routine. We have been practicing a piece that was popular in the classic theaters back in the 90s.

Mariya was a veteran ballerina and became one of the most acknowledged and most respected ballerina instructor in all of Russia for she was one of the best dancers in her time.She has been my teacher since day one and my mother's teacher too when she was young. She calls me sputnik because I reminds her of the sputnik 1. I dont know why. Throughout the day we just practiced the routine over and over and over again. She says that is a technique to learn to the classics.

After practice, Lada told me to go wash up because His Highness was looking for me. I protested but Lada wouldnt hear of it. Before washing up, I ate first because I was so hungry. Mikael, our chef, cooked me my favorite pizza and strawberry milk shake.

"You eat like a pig, your excellency." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "Leave me alone, Mikael." He only laughed at me, but left me alone.

After eating, I bathed and wore my favorite sweater with a dirty finger on the middle, a black skirt, black stockings and a Dr. Marten's. I smiled at my outfit and walked to my grandfather's office.

"You were looking for me, Ded?" I asked without knocking.

He looked at me and frowned at my bold sweater.

"I'll call you, back." He said before turning his phone off.

"What are you wearing, Tatiana?" He asked.

"Uhmm, a sweater?" I said.

He shook his head and leaned forward to his desk. He clasped his hands together and looked at me.

"Take a sit, moya vnuchka." he said.

I took a sit sat crossed-leg like a man in front of him. I arched my eyebrow and smirked. I already know where this is going.