❛ YOUR GRACE, ❜ she’s curtsied low, head bowed lightly as dark curls fall over her shoulders. the ballroom was filled with nobles & royals. she’d approached this one with a SMILE on her lips. she was supposed to be making F R I E N D S. even as SHY as she could be, she could put on a SMILE long enough to make a connection. ❛ maria nikolaevna ——- i’m one of the tsar’s daughters, ❜ she offers her title. she would FOREVER be kind to guests.
♛ | ❛ —————– THE SAME DEMURE AIR WHICH had once surrounded her slain stepdaughter infected this poor creature. the curtsy was observed with great scrutiny, pleased that proper manners were bestowed upon the child, even if her infectious KINDNESS & WHIMSY continued to sicken the Queen. every muscle of her visage yearned to SNEER & turn away but she remained SOLEMN & AUSTERE. it was not often she traveled from her own kingdom to greet others but the growing power in the north forced to do so, to know what weaknesses the Tsar exposed, to grow acquainted with the Rasputin fellow many spoke of.
❛ ——– how … wonderful. does your father often host such glittering celebrations ? it is rather ostentatious, especially if you have peasantry STARVING just beyond the gates. ❜
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