Caterina's Continuity

Caterina's Continuity

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"Your majesty, you must leave here at once." a small maid frantically exclaims as she hands me a robe. "It's the middle of the night, what is wrong with you?" I take it but do not put it on. "Please, your majesty, it is best for your safety to go into hiding quickly." "I will not move an inch until you explain this nonsense to me." I could see how much she wanted to grab my hand and run, as I slowly slipped the robe over my shoulders. "It's his majesty, the emperor. He's just been killed." She looks down to the floor as if she will suddenly burst into tears. I freeze and the robe slowly slips from my fingers and off my shoulders. BAM! Just then the door slams open. What will happen to her majesty now that her husband, the emperor has been coldly murdered in his sleep?
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This is the Emperor. I think. Alexandr. Queen Victoria's grandson, the foreign British power. I feel his blood beat, thin, beneath his paper skin, in those blue veins. Something amiss. Something that's too weak in the Russian snow, the turned earth. His hand is cold against my cheek, thumb winding through my coiled hair. "How can I thank you for saving my son's life?" He runs a thumb against my lower lip, waiting. Not pressing, just hoping with bated breath. The walls are thin. The walls whisper. I pull away with a cold smile. I catch my eyes in his gaze, the forbidding ice of my home. Of what the snow made me. The wild, black hair of a vědma. "Haven't you heard? I'm the devil, Alexandr. You don't want to bed me unless you wish to lose your soul." *** A parallel universe where Rasputin was born as Matryona Grigorievna Rasputina. There was real magic. And the tsar most certainly fell under her spell. When she falls, so too will St. Petersburg. *** DARK FANTASY (UPDATES WEEKLY) COPYRIGHT 2018 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved.

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