Haldragoner
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴.
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥.
Russian Republic felt drawn to visit the palace he once called home. Stumbling into the library, he found himself comfortable in his now-dead mother's private corner, and found a peculiar book. Supposedly one of a single poetry by an Englishman, yet looked more thicker than it should be. Though it felt rude to intrude, it was only then that he realised the true nature of the white leather-bound book. It was a diary, Russian Empire's diary to be exact.
(Or, Russian Republic finds Russian Empire's diary.)
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Inspired by Greatness (The Diary of the Russian Empire) by MapleCHofficial.
Cover art made by Saint Spring. Available to read only on AO3 and Wattpad.