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It's too bad she didn't keep a diary. We know so little, yet she is my favorite of his harem. Elizabeth too remained silent about her mother. I don't recall ever reading anything that Elizabeth said or wrote about her mother. But I would imagine that at some point Anne did set her sights on the throne. How could she not have?
Hi all
I hope nobody minds me posting this here. It's a short piece of fiction I wrote about one guards guilt after finding out the the Grand Duchesses were murdered. It's quite sad so if you don't like sad stories, I'd turn away. The guard is no one in particular, but I wa inspired to write the story aftred reading how one of the guards who took care of the IF comitted suicide after finding out what had happened to them.Guilt by Rachael89
I knelt low in the church. The icon carved from ivory was nearly crushed in my palm. I murmured incessantly in prayer Beseech Thee, O Lord and Lover of mankind...The tears never stopped rolling down my cheeks. I gazed through blurred vision at her icon, the holy mother and child, a precious thing, it reminds me of her. Her smile and her face. All their smiles, all of their faces...They should of hated me, but they showed such kindness! Oh how I loved them, oh how I loathe them....
The elder girls were more aloof, that is certain, but so graceful! They moved like spirits, like ghosts before death...They were never suppose to be a part of my world, never to suffer anything more than harsh words from their father. They should of married prince's not shared their suppers with paupers! They had little enough food for themselves as it was, I watched them waste away into noithingness....
The younger ones were charming and lively. The glowed. They psyscially glowed you could see it in their eyes, the hope that tomorrow would bring better things, new hope, if only they knew....They would sometimes ahre what food they had with me, Marie once gave a piece of her last birthday cake. Her nineteenth birthday cake, nineteen short years, for a girl whose only crime was to be born under the wrong name. Nineteen years is no life, and I took it from her.
And now they're all dead. Olga, Tatiana, Anastasia and Marie. All dead. Lying in pools of their own blood, blood a swept up with a sweepers brush.
Oh please forgive me Marie! Oh God forgive me!
Please leave comments, I like to improve on my fiction.
Best
Rachael
I don't know if i'm looking under the right subject, and if i'm not, i'm sorry. But i was wondering if someone could color a picture for me?
its ok! we do have a thread for that where you can post your request. Colour pics by request II
Lynn