My Romanov Fan fiction Story…Hope You Like
The cool breeze of the July night wisped through Marie’s long, and beautiful hair. Dressed in simple maid’s clothing and one lonely pearl necklace draped over her neck, she pranced around the courtyard happily whistling tunes from Imperial Russian Operas, or stories.
SHUT UP YOU BITCH!!! Said a cold-faced Bolshevik Guard! Marie’s eyes suddenly filled with tears, as she ran into the house! What is wrong my darling, asked both her father, the former Tsar Nicholas II, and his beautiful wife, the former Tsarina, Alexandra. A G-g-g-guard called me a BITCH!!!!! WHAT!!!! Nicholas stammered as he raised him self up from his chair. Alexandra put her crochet rods down and calmed down Marie while Nicholas paced around the room, angry but not violently angry….
It had been two years since the Russian Imperial Family, had been put under detention, and forced to leave behind every thing they owned at the Alexander Palace in Tsarskoye Selo.
Nicholas the former Tsar, and his wife, Alexandra, and their five children, Olga, Tatiana, Marie, Anastasia, former Grand Duchesses, and their sickly younger brother, Alexei, the former heir to the Imperial Throne, along with close confidants, and servants were all crammed into the Ipatiev House, and another such place along the road.
Gone were the days of endless happiness for the family, now all reduced to the mere average Russian, prisoners of their own country!
….Georgie, come here look at the family, in the window, they look so anxious as if something bad is going to happen…A bang resounded as Georgie fell to the ground twitching a bullet lodged in his head!
Anastasia come look!!! Yelled Tatiana, as the impish princess barreled through the hallway to the bedrooms! She ran with defiance and fun, her long white maids gowns flowing behind her, the intricate lace pattern of the sleeves hitting her long hair, her face in a obvious grin of sarcasm. ANASTASIA ROMANOV!!! Yelled a cold voice! She stopped dead in her tracks…her necklace of shiny white pearls hitting her in the chin. COME HERE!!!! Yelled Yakov Yurovsky, the head Commandant of the House. He grabbed her by the arm, and hit her, as she desperately tried to get away from his malicious form!
UNHAND HER YOU VILE TWISTED PIG!!!! Screamed her sister Marie as she came running to her sister’s rescue, all the while nearly cracking Yurovsky’s skull into the floor boards as she knelt him a heavy blow in the face!!!
Commotion rang up as the family ran out of the rooms, and roused the faithful people, and guards of the Tsar!!! Alexandra, the former Empress limped to the front door, and opened it…
A group of Soldiers, awkwardly dressed in Red Guard uniform, burst into the hall, bowing to the Empress. She told them the leader, Yurovsky was out cold, and that they were all ready to leave the mansion, that might have been their fate. A woman bedecked in fine furs, and white lace dresses, with a stiff posture walked through the door. Alexandra’s weak face met with her own mother-in-law, the Dowager Empress, Marie. MINNIE!! Alexandra squealed as they embraced, all tension and hatred toward each another forgotten! Oh I thought you were all gone, by the time we came here, the tanks had just made it to Kiev!
GRANDMAMA!!! Five happy, yet weak voices shouted at once!!! Oh my she laughed as her five grandchildren tripped, and ran to greet her! Oh its been so long my little ones, giving all of them kisses on the forehead!! She looked at them all, and noticed the types of wear they wore, my goodness! My gracious! You must change those tattered maids dresses, along with you as well Alexandra! She ushered them up to the bedrooms, laughing as they went to put on elegant, intricately designed gowns, and shoes on. Alexei followed, in a weak gleeful way to his parents room, wheeling over to hug his father….
At around midnight after a small family supper, along with the servants, and Doctor Botkin, the four Grand Duchesses now bedecked in long satin gowns, and sashes, and beautiful pearl necklaces draped over their innocent necks, and fresh ribbons ties in their hair waved goodbye to their almost fatal hell on earth, a happy goodbye at that! Alexandra, like the Dowager Empress, wore a matching lace, and satin dress, with furs, and a large white hat, topped with white flowers. Her glistening necklace, of elongated pearls shone brilliantly as did her favorite pair of earrings. Nicholas, and his son followed after dinner, in imperial suits, with the military honors bedecked over their chests, glistening as far as the eye could see. Even the servants, wore elegant clothing, and all carried gifts from the Empress, made for their freedom from the unbelievable hell on earth they had in Yekaterinburg………
As the imperial party climbed onto the trains to take them to Livadia, men and women all faithful to the rescue mission, bowed in loyalty, the family crying kissed all the people, and waved goodbye, to them as the train set off to the safe shores of the Crimea, where the magnificent palace that Nicky and Alix, built stood over the horizon, the sun’s brilliant rays bouncing off the white marble of the palace walls….
The imperial family relaxed finally, from their horrible experiences, and began life a new. As the sun rose the next morning, Marie woke with a sigh of relief, as she looked around, the gentle hum of the train’s engine, the landscape racing by the window, she fell back into her pillow snuggling, with the warm blanket over her. Her sisters greeted her happily, as did her mother and her father. Alexei came barreling through the room fully dressed jumping into Marie’s open arms! Good Morning to you Baby! She gleefully laughed….
As the family was eating dinner, the guards came into the dinning car and with frightened glances, said they must speed up or else the family will be caught! So the next morning, they made it to Livadia, and finally laid peacefully in their beds in the palace halls. The next afternoon, a whole reunion was attended to. Every exiled Romanov Noble, or any Royal family member was there, dressed in all their finery, for one last ball, and supper before saying tearful goodbyes, until they would meet again in England, or France, even America too!
