The world works in strange ways,
The Tsaritsa of Russia may be able to catch the heart of stone...
but can she break it?
In the world of Tudors, happiness ne'er lasts long.
Cover is by me
Jane Seymour x oc
girl x girl
Started: 9-13-20
Finished:
A/N: Mentions of God and religion. I don't wish for you to be offended by this.
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Heartless and Diabolical
Mikhail's skin had a thin foamy sheet all over his body. The family of the boy, was crowded around the bed of the tsesarevich. Glossy eyes of the family, were spilling. Mikhail was still unconscious. Maybe he'll ne'er wake from this unconsciousness. Who knows? There was praying, hoping, and faith. Even so, hope and faith doesn't always work; when God has Their own ploy it goes as Their ploy. The door gradually unfurled. Then physician appeared out of the hall. The physician came to the young child,
"He's dead."
The words boomed via the room (Aurelia always pondered if it resonance via the ensemble palace).
There it was. The beginning of it all. All of the conundrums and hurdles. But they hardly knew that at this moment. All they knew was they lost a child, their son, their brother, their tsesarevich, their destined tsar. "Thou said he was poisoned." Polina squinted her eyes at the physician. "He was; by cyanide." The doctor replied serenely. The tsar looked to his wife. "He was poisoned deliberately." Tsaritsa Polina hissed. Not at any one in particular, but pissed at the person who dared to meddle with her family; fuck with her. That person must be in a craze. She stood straight and strut to the door. The rest of the family, propped around the bed, sharing tears together. Vladimir was next to leave; he left silently. But was still noticed by Aurelia and Malthe, her brother. And even perchance by Mikhail, up in Heaven. Now it was solely them, the tsarevich and the tsarevna. "Do you think mother is going off killing everybody?" Malthe was the youngest; a year younger than Aurelia, seven. "Most likely," Aurelia muttered; almost inaudible. Her eyes were almost as the Sahara Desert. Her tears unable to slosh any more.
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Polina did not apprise anyone of what she was doing. She was playing a dangerous game. And she didn't feel bad; whoever did this knew that. The person would be tortured by the tsaritsa's perilous game, then lose their head by Russian Court. She positioned herself in front of her vanity's mirror. She wasn't sitting on the vanity's stool, but her hands on both sides of the vanity and fingers sporadically placed. At the elbows, they were bent. Tress in shambles, utterly in a disarray. Everybody thought she was an acerbic, heartless woman...
She wasn't.
It was the sooth that Polina did not love Vladimir. But that does not mean she doesn't love her children. She loved her children unco. But people did not know that; not even Vladimir truly know. But nobody needs to know, how you feel; solely God. Defining her honer: was something she could not abide. And would get you to lose your head. But to maim her children... You would get a fair more than losing your head.
She was lacking the knowledge of whoever did this, but she knew that whoever did this was going to sustain something vastly diabolical.
