The Romanov Legacy

Chapter 2

After all the introductions everyone was given a room where they would be staying for as long as they would be here. Everyone had returned to their chambers and so had Olga and her sisters. They all sat on Olga her bed and around it. "I didn't knew half of them, is that because the last time they had visited I wasn't born yet?" Anastasia asked. "Yeah I can't remember a lot of them too," Maria said. Olga sighted, how was she going to explain this. "Well, it turns out not everyone who was supposed to get a letter got one and the other way around," Olga said carefully. "I knew it!" exclaimed Tatiana. "I knew it, the boy with that dark brown hair, the muscular one, what was his name again?" "Viggo Ivanov," Olga answered. "Yes Viggo, I knew he couldn't be someone father and mother invited. He looks way too...peasanty, nothing like Carol, Miles or Dmitri." "Do you already have an eye on someone Olga?" Maria asked curious. Olga shook her head. "No, and I don't think it would be fair to already pick favourites at this moment. I don't even know most of them yet, and it is better for everyone I don't have favourites." Yes, that was it. She can't have favourites, not yet. Everyone should have an equal chance. Okay she didn't have a favourite, but she did know who definitely wouldn't make a chance. Viggo and that Vladimir boy, he was way too polite, especially for someone who wasn't from the higher class. He just had something that didn't feel right. "I like Peter, he seemed so nice, and has manners" Anastasia says determent. "I think Victor would be a good fit, and I have no points to make it a strong decision" Tatiana said laughing. "Well Olga I think you should also listen to your dear sisters and go on a date with Peter, Victor and Miles, since he is my favourite and we have an amazing choice," Maria added. "We shall see, we shall see. I don't want to go too big at the start. I first need to see how everything goes," Olga answered. And that was true, she didn't want to start with acceptations. "Shall we see if some of them have gone to the golden drawing room then?" Olga suggested. "I suppose they would have gone to that one since it is the biggest." Tatiana nodded. "I'm coming along, I need to judge,' she said as she got up. "We are coming after our English lesson, so expect us soon," Maria said. "And yes we promise to be good and shall not pull pranks on mister Gibbes so he will let us out earlier," Anastasia added. "Good, now go, or mother and mister Gibbes shall not be pleased," Olga said as she hooked her arm through Tatiana her arm.

And so they walked downstairs, again from the long and wide stairs. This time with all sort of unknown people in their home. "But what if I don't find someone? What if this is not the way God has planned on letting me find my husband?" Olga asked Tatiana as they made their way to the drawing room. "I am sure you will find someone Olga, I'm sure about it. There seem to be some very respectable young men under them. It will just be a matter of time," Tatiana answered. Olga nodded. She must be right. The two footmen who stood by the drawing room door made a small bow as they opened the doors. The room was indeed already filled with the selected suitors, who were brightly chatting with each other. The middle of the wall was filled by a big fireplace, the walls were filed with big paintings of all sorts of relatives, and the furniture was finished with gold thread. As Olga and Tatiana walked in, the one from the higher class directly stood up and bowed and the ones from the lower classes who weren't supposed to be here quickly followed their example, except one. "Good afternoon your highnesses," sir Diyan said. Olga quickly needed to remember who he was, but it was the chef from Minsk yes. "Indeed good afternoon sir Diyan, and everyone of course," Olga answered as she sat down on her favourite chair by the window, and so did everyone else. "I see you all have found the golden drawing room?" she asked. Some of the boys nodded, although no one spoke. The friendly feeling that they had encountered when they walked in was all gone and had made way for a sort of tension. "It is a great pleasure finally meet you all" Olga said trying to break the silence. Tatiana nodded and looked at her sister and then at everyone else. "Yes it is very nice," she said. "It is a great privilege to be here" Ruslan said, the boy with the blonde hair and brown eyes. "The pleasure is all ours milady" Viggo said. Olga looked at his direction, seeing he wasn't looking at her as he talked, seemingly too busy twisting his bracelet. Olga looked Tatiana her direction, seeing she also looked at him with a judging look. Another stripe behind his name for unrespectable behaviour, Olga thought. Well the attempt to start a conversation had failed, everyone was just as silent as they were a minute ago, great. The two big doors opened again and an other of the selected young man walked in. He bowed to Tatiana and Olga. "Ah sir Liam if I am correct," Olga said with a friendly smile. "Sit down please." Liam smiled. "You have a good memory, your highness," he said as he sat down in a chair close to them that wasn't taken yet. "I must say, this entire palace looks like a true work of art." Olga notices that he talked and moved very calm and like he exactly knew what he was doing, as if he wasn't a bit nervous. It seemed Tatiana already putted her attention away from Liam and was busy taking to sir Ruslan, so Olga decided to remember this herself.

And as she and Tatiana were busy chatting with people, so the rest started to talk again. Olga was glad everyone was starting to belong here. "So what are you doing now sir Liam?" she asked him. "I am a professional skier, it is such a privilege to be able to make your profession from your greatest hobby," Liam answered with a twinkle in his eyes. Olga could see he really enjoyed it. "It sure is, Arkhangelsk is truly a big province, in which are do you live?" she asked him. "I live in the western part, so that isn't too far from here," Liam answered when a maid walked into the room. She made a curtsy for Tatiana and Olga and then handed over a small piece of paper for them.

Dear Olga and Tatiana,

I request that you both come to the private drawing room. Your father and I want to discuss somethings around all the suitors. We expect you two will come as soon as you get this letter.

Your mother

Olga read the letter and then putted in one of her small pockets. "Excuse me sir Liam, but I am needed elsewhere," Olga sad as she got up, and so did everyone else. "It was a sure pleasure to have a conversation with you your highness," Liam answered. Olga looked at Tatiana to show her she needed to come along and so they left the golden drawing room, on their way to their parents and probably also their other sisters and perhaps brother.