jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
Anna Nikolaivich Romanov slumped slightly as she stepped out onto the balcony. Bitter russian winter wind blew into her face, bracing her, waking her up even as the heat of the ball room had put her to sleep. The grand duchess was the Tsar's only heir, and in a culture that treasured their male heirs, having only a daughter was threatening everyting she held dear. Staring out into the wintery landscape, she studied the snow wasteland, and thought that it was apporiate. Considering that her court was ready to spill blood to marry her, and become the Tsarvich, the ruler of russia at her father's death.
Yet, anyone who knew her, though truly few did, realized that she was not the normal, weak willed daughter of russia. She was the daughter of kings, she would not let her kingdom slip through her fingers.
Sighing as she shook her head she turned back to go inside, bracing herself to face the flirting courtiers again, and resist the urge to hurt them for being so very fake. The woman was used to fake flattery, to the point that she mistrusted everyone. Soon, if someone didn't reach her heart, the Grand Duchess of all the Russias was going to have a heart as cold as her winter locked kingdom.
Yet, anyone who knew her, though truly few did, realized that she was not the normal, weak willed daughter of russia. She was the daughter of kings, she would not let her kingdom slip through her fingers.
Sighing as she shook her head she turned back to go inside, bracing herself to face the flirting courtiers again, and resist the urge to hurt them for being so very fake. The woman was used to fake flattery, to the point that she mistrusted everyone. Soon, if someone didn't reach her heart, the Grand Duchess of all the Russias was going to have a heart as cold as her winter locked kingdom.