Heart of Stone (Jane Seymour x oc)

Chapter 23

Gardens and Temples

Aurelia and the governess were ambling down the ceaseless halls, doing nothing of importance.
Just silence. no speaking; there was no need for it. The two met a minor bit of time, ago at the Taynitsky Gardens. When Svitlana saw the girl, she went to amble beside her. When they met at the garden, no words were spoken.

The governess and tsarevna were at the end of the corridors,

"Governess." The tsaritsa called.
"Oh. Hello, my tsaritsa." Svitlana bowed.
"Yes." The tsaritsa smiled sickly.
"I was wondering if you could accompany me to my office?" An enquire? The tsaritsa wasn't an enquirer. It immediately set bells off in the professor's head.
Aurelia stood confused for a moment, then ambled on via the corridors full of clerestories.
The pair of a tsaritsa and a governess, walked silently to the office of the Danish tsaritsa.
The Dane was in front of the professor,
The tsaritsa unfurled the door and stood off to the side for the old woman to come in.
The tsaritsa silently and serenely shut the mahogany door.

The professor stood off to the side of the room, back facing the tsaritsa.

That might have been her down fall...

The tsaritsa walked to the mammoth davenport, and clasped onto...

An untenanted gilded bronze brass jardiniere flitted across the sanguine and gold persona of the office.

"You bicce."
"You poisoned my son."
The tsaritsa spoke fiercely and stentorianly. But not exactly a loud way. Nobody could be able to hear the Danish woman.
The professor fell over onto the paneled flooring.
The old brass jardiniere thrashed against Svitlana's temple, then clacked onto the floor.
"My tsaritsa, Thou is incorrect."
The person on the floor, choked out.
"You dare lie to me." The tsaritsa hissed.
"Of course not, Your Majesty."
"I know it was you!" The tsaritsa screamed out in vex.
"You know how I know?" The tsaritsa said actually quite calmly.
The Tsaritsa Polina walked to her chair of her davenport.
"Because," the younger person paused for a moment to sat down on the chair.
"you made a blunder." The tsaritsa smiled sadistically.
"You see, the servants were all gone," the tsaritsa paused for a dramatic effect(or just to have more time watching the old professor in pain).
"except for one, Agniya, Aurelia's lady-in-waiting."

The professor eyes widened.
"Yes. That is what I thought," the tsaritsa stood again.
"So my enquire is: why? Why poison my son? What did you get out of poisoning my son?" The tsaritsa circled the person whom was still on the ground, like a lion circling their prey.
"Let me tell you how I know."

Rewind, rewind

The night of the tsesarevich death, Governess Svitlana went to the tsarevna chambers to enquire her about the young king.

But the visit was cut short by the tsar and tsaritsa, calling upon the tsarevna for her presence.
When the governess was there she enquired-

'Tsarevna.' She stood up straight as she always did.
'How has King Charles been treating thou?'
The professor enquired.
'I don't know.' The tsarevna looked off to the side.
'Is he treating you unjustly?'
The tsarevna unfurled her mouth to speak but-
'My apologies if I am interrupting something. But the tsaritsa wants you in the Dining Hall at this very moment.' An another servant bowed to the tsarevna.
'Of course, I will be there in a few seconds." Aurelia nodded her head as an indication for the servant to be dismissed.
Aurelia turned back to the professor.
'I have to go fore mother gets any more
upset.'
With that the eight year old dashed for the door into the corridors, leading to the Dining Hall.

And as the youthful child sprinted via the corridors, the professor ployed.
She made her route via the corridors,
where the victuals were served.
The professor's eyes flashed to both sides, and then dusted the-

The King Charles's victuals.

Svitlana sighed in a sad manner, then went to her quarters.

The governess eyes ne'er dared to meet the tsaritsa's but at that moment they did.
"I ne'er poisoned your son."
The tsaritsa stopped. She saw sooth in the eyes of the professor.

Then she continued.
"Oh, yes." The tsaritsa hummed.

"You didn't poison my son but rather the King of Spain, and the Holy Roman Emperor."
The tsaritsa eyebrows quirked at the person on the floor.
The professor's eyes widen with fret.

"Yes, I know." The tsaritsa snickers.

And without a word, the tsaritsa whipped around as rapid as lighting, then coasted out of the office.
She swiftly turned back to the door, and slipped a key out of her pocket into her hand, then blade of the key into the chasm of keyhole. 

The Tsaritsa of Russia went via the corridors with a facade of fierce.

The servants tenanting the halls slide to the sides, when they saw the fierce visage of the tsaritsa.

The tsaritsa didn't even spare anyone a glance but went straight to the tsar's office.

"Vladimir." The tsaritsa spat.

"Yes?" The Tsar of Russia looked up tiredly.

"The Professor Svitlana." The tsaritsa said ambiguously.

"The Professor Svitlana? What about the professor?" The tsar's eyebrows knitted together.

"She caused the death of my son."

The pen in the tsar's hand plummeted to the ground.
The tsar's head steadily came up to met the tsaritsa's.

"I will have her head."

The tsar's facade was to the brim with shock, and surprise.
He stood shakily.

"We will have her head as soon as possible." 

The tsar was ne'er out for blood...But if thou maim his family...there would be issues for thou.