Above: Nicholas And His Cousin/Doppelganger George V
I felt like it was mistake like i was being unfaithful somehow but i couldn't be. We said till death do us part and death had. I still felt like it was wrong somehow. I brushed the thought out of my mind but the whole day i couldn't shake the feeling like i had done something wrong. I quickly got my clothes off the floor and got dressed. She must have gone out early this morning because her clothes were gone and so was she. After i got dressed i went down to breakfast and i realized that it was almost noon! I quickly walked down to the dining room and found all my friends sitting around the table tensely and their heads all snapped towards me when i entered. Anna snapped and her attendant wheeled her over to me. "A word?" She said quietly and i followed her out into the hall. "Come closer" She said and i assumed she wanted to whisper something to me but instead she slapped me.Hard. "How dare you sleep with that slut! So soon after your wife's death." She hissed at me. I stood there speechless and she continued. "You should be grieving for the loss of your family and thanking god every day that you made it out alive not sleeping around like a drunken sailor!" Then Miss Dermidov came out and Anya huffed back inside with her attendant. "Is everything alright?" She asked me lightly touching my arm. I flinched and said "Excuse me." I sat down to breakfast as far away from her as i could get. Anya was right it was wrong of me to do that i should be grieving. After breakfast i headed back to my cabin so i could be by myself. I buried my head in my hands and as i looked up i saw the icon of st. Patrick sitting on my dresser seemingly glaring at me. I took it an through it to the ground which made it break i didn't really care i was to distraught to really care. "I thought Ireland was supposed to be the home of luck" I said to myself. "Some luck it's brought me." Then came a knock at the door and it was Miss Dermidov. "I think i left something here." She says quite nervously. "Of course come in." I sat down on the bed and put my head in my hands again as she looked around the room for whatever she was looking for. "Aghh Found it." I looked up to see what she had found. And all of a sudden she was pointing the tip of a knife to my throat.
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Narrativa StoricaWhat if the story of the Romanovs Execution is false? What if it never happened at all? Just Bolshevik Propaganda. Told from the Romanovs Perspective.