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Russian goddess The diary of the Grand duchess Katia Rosalind Sabrina Maria nicholaievna Romanov Russia, Saint Petersburg The alexander Palace ** 1The drawing chaise wast incandescent. Fairy illumes glistened, laterally the yule sapling. Crimson corses veiled the alpine converts. Cierges wast polished kindling marge. Handsels and pittances, laid strewn nether the fringes. The mantle wast aligned with holly and parched drupe, akin the tinder wast alight in the grate, its marigold sparks, frolicking nigh merriment. The panorama wast enchanting and charming. Arousing a furtive sentiment in thee. The entrancing spruce and joss essence caused thee to glissade nigh a Lure. “I covet the vast parcel” avowed Alexander. His broad shoulders, grazing elapsed thee. “Alexander, I aspire the copious grant” I prompted, snatching the frame from his gloved fingers. “mother allots thy the vastest largesse’s “I chided, tersely. Flaunting the parcel. “Katia, ist mine” Rowed Alexander, clutching his remnant of the sachet. “Assent Alexander” I cried crossly. Ast he floundered nigh the firth. “ne’er’’ he grated. “Alexander Devinsky” I reprimanded, egoistically. I staged the caste, a stiff lurch. Alexander, stammered, keen the copse. I alighting upon him. The parcel sailed from my flaxen palms and shattered. “Alexander Devinsky annex nigh” retired father, his norm configuration, lapsing o’er us. His timbre etching righteous ire. 2The alabastrine besom, wast wreathed anent amber and gilt. “O mother, tis divine!” I adulated, futilely. Lili tendered thee a flask of Lafayette rose rogue, “Shall verve boon thine air” she alluded. “Tis a dagger” squealed Natasha, drawing a casting from a jade chest. “my forename ist etched nigh” she hollered. I leered, clandestinely spiteful. “my souvenir ist enhanced” I crowed. Fondling My tresses. Natasha conveyed thee a derisive guise and caricatured thee Neath her gasp. Abruptly, the weir, coasted ajar and in sprant Konstantin, his aspect pallid and strick. “Thine sister ist deceased “he divulged, his emerald eynes wistful. Milevea, blanched, the waxing signatures, slipping from her pasty hands. “her trinkets shall decisively transpire absent” mother, pined stoically, chaining her gilt engraved garnet necklet, father hath bequeathed her. “She wast merely a kinder” father, furrowed a temple, his aghast eyes, gaping nigh Konstantin. “shall thee deem perpetually?” father, carped peevishly. “my lord, thine child ist” – “lack I harken” father, snapped, arising from his futon. “art thee hence spiteful!’’ Konstantin repudiated, censoriously, slanting the weir’s pier. A sentinel, whom wast erected foreign the egress, fingered his stiletto, primed. 3Father sauntered nigh Konstantin. His fist gritted. Konstantin, flushed, his daunting stature wincing slightly. Anastasia, whom reposed upon the divan, retched father’s forearm, serenely. “Papa, tis yule” she implored, solicitously. intuiting, his wrath. Father’s bronze eyes allayed, at her prose. “thy art merit” father, relented, chastened, and deferred. “yule ist naught stint nigh mortem” Konstantin, avowed, lugubriously. “bar yule ist initial” father itemized, casting a coarse hand midst his elflock tresses. Konstantin stifled his pate in his gloves and absconded the span. His rasping accent amplified. “thine kith ist bereavement” Mother alleged gravely. “she ought to transpire pined” Dietrich, whom wast re his boon, positioned yon caste recede on. “She wast an enthralling kind” he proposed, swathing his arm yon Victoria. “tis yule” compilated, Alexandria fedora and anna pavlova, in unanimity. Marie Therese wrought an emblem of yon Latin cross and leisurely Amassed her chattels. Father postured akin Anastasia, his façade elated yet skeptical of Christmas tide’s grief. I tilted my bounce upon mother’s shoulder, 4I HATH NARY GLIMPSED ASTANA, NOR WROUGHT ACT MY KITH. NAUGHT A SOUL, HATH EVERE ENLIGHTENED THEE NIGH HER BIRTH, NOR HER CHRISTENING.I DOUSED, MY PLUME IN MY DECANTER OF OIL, MY JUDGEMENTS, CRUSHING. I MINED MY QUILL UPON THE FRAME OF THE CARAFE, THE TINT, SPATTERING UPON THE TAUPE FOLIOS. I GRAZED THE PASTE, DAUBING IT. A RAP USHERED UPON THE EGRESS. I CLASPED MY CHRONICLE AND AROSE TO RIPOSTE. “KATIA” EMANATED, NATASHA’S, CHILDISH INTONATION. “PARDON?” “KATIA, PERRIE IST ENSNARED IN THE CHUTE” SHE MUFFLED, AMID THE INGRESS. “PARDON” I, SNAPPED BREACHING THE FOYER. ADAMS WINE CUFFED MY CROWN, DOWSING THEE. “NATASHA TANTINA OKSANA NICHOLAIEVNA ROMANOV!” I CHANTED RESENTFULLY. NATASHA, CHORTLED, IMPISHLY AND ABSCONDED FROM THE CORRIDOR. “MOTHER” I SHRIEKED, APPALLED. TREADS ALIGHTED IN THE ANTECHAMBER. “MOTHER” I CRIED, EFT. “YEA, DUCHESS KATIA-” BLAIR, SCURRIED INTO THE ALCOVE, HER PERSE EYNES, SHADED ANENT DAUNT. “ESPY” I SOBBED, MIFFED . “THOU FANCIES A SERAPE” SHE SPIELED, POST HASTILY, LOPING INTO YON ARMOIRE. I LOOMED THITHER, ADAM’S ALE, TRILLED FORTH MY CERISE FROCK AND CONVOKING NIGH A PLASHET UPON THE GREIGE MARMOREAL TIER. KEENS WANING NETHER MY SCARLET CHEEKS. “TITTY-” DIETRICH’S JOSHING PARLANCE, WAST AT YON AFT OF CORRIDOR. I SPARED. “TITTY, WATH IST VEXING THEE” I SNIVELED AND ATHWART SOBS, I ELUCIDATED.” KATIA, APPEASE PRITHEE” HE SOOTHED, HIS BROWS RUTTED, IN DITHER. “AXE PORTRAYING UNCOUTH” I SNIFFED, INCENSED. “PARDON THEE KITH” DIETRICH, EMBRACED THEE. “HATH THOU SODDEN? “I THRUSTED DIETRICH, TANGENT. “THOU IMP” “THINE SERAPE” BLAIRE, PENETRATED THE BOUDOIR, ADHERING A LINEN. I WRESTED THE TOWELETTE FROM HER HANDS AND SHROUDED YON THEE. DIETRICH, CHUCKLED. “THOU SHALL HAP TSARINA?” I LOURED, AT HIM. DIETRICH RESILED, AS I STRAINED FOR HIS ARM. “NARY, NARY TITTY, IMPUTE HITHER MOTHER ORDAINED” “QUELL DIETRICH” I VENTED. “DUCHESS KATIA, SHALL I HELM THOU A CASK?” BLAIRE CONCILIATED. I ACQUIESCED, VAUNTINGLY. NICTATING, ALOOF TEARS. 5YON VESPER I FIDDLED AND CHASTISED ASTIR. THE CRESCENT’S, LUSTRE, GLISTENED NIGH YON GLAZING, GREYING THE NADIR. I SPURNED THE DUVETS, AND POSED MY FEET UPON THE BOREAL PEDESTAL. GINGERLY I WRITHE NIGH THE COUCHETTE. INSTANTER, A GLINT SUNDERED ATHWART THE DRAWN DRAPERIES, OUSTING THE PALL. I GAZED NIGH YON LUNETTE, MY EYNES ENAMORED GRANTED THE STEER. LO, CANTERED KONSTANTIN, UPON THE NURSERY, HIS CROWN ARCED, HIS PITCH SPARSE YET PROSTRATE. AS HE WAST MOSEYING, A FORM DAWNED, ADHERING A CLOAKED ENTITY. LEKKER A ROUGH HAND WAST CLASPED O’ER MY ORIFICE. I SCUFFLED TO BAY. “SHUSH TIS THEE” ALEXANDER RENDERED. “THOU SHALL SWEAR NAUGHT TO UTTER” HE COERCED AUSTERELY. I ACQUIESCED, PLIANT. ALEXANDER EXTRAUGHT HIS GLOVE AND CAPERED UPON THE SETTEE AND GAPING NIGH THEE, HE WAST USHERED INTO THE DUSK. I LURCHED POSTERIOR, MY SPIRIT ENERVATED AND PETRIFIED, ALEXANDER’S, CAVEAT PLAGUING MY ESSENCE. “I SHALL PILFER NAUGHT” I CROONED. AS RIDER YON CLANDESTINE FETTERS HATH, AN AURICLE. 6YE LIGHT – YON NOSHERY “TANYA IST AUSTRIAN” FATHER POSED, PERUSING AT HER TOOM JEFE. “SHE IS DREICH PALTRILY HER KITH” HE OSTRACIZED, SKEWERING HIS WURST. I QUOKED, AS ALEXANDER’S PROSAIC LILT SPOKE. “THE VICAR, HAST COMEN, MARIE” MARIE THERESE, WHITENED, AS SLEET. “I SHALL DELVE MY DOCKET OF CONTRAVENES AND VILE” SHE TOUTED ALAS. ARISING FROM HER CATHEDRA. “PRITHEE, DOTH NAUGHT TARRY MARIE THERESE” FATHER, APPRISED, PURVEYING HER AN ARDENT GLIMPSE. “JA, FATHER” MARIE, NOTCHED HER HELM. “MAY I PARLEY WITH KATIA NIGH TRICE?” ALEXANDER TOST O’ER MY CAUDAL. “FORSOOTH” I NONCHALANTLY, AROSE, AND MINGLING ARMS WITH HIM. RETIRED THE DINETTE. ————————————————— ALEXANDER CONVOYED THEE, NIGH THE COPPICE AND ARRAYED THEE UPON A TRESTLE. “KATIA, I AM DRAFTING TO SLAY NICOLAS” HE ADVERTED, HALLOWLY. I JOLTED FRAUGHT HIS RENDERING. “KATIA” HE POSTURED NIGH THEE. DOFFING HIS GAUNTLETS, BARING HIS ABRASIVE HANDS. “PRITHEE, THOU LOVETH THEE, THENCE HIM, DOTH THOU NAUGHT COVET THEE NIGH TSAR?” HIS PLANGENT LILT COGENT, HIS SAXE EYNES GAZING CORDIALLY THEE. “MUSE TITTY” HE AROSE, AND CONVEXED HIS PALM. I AGITATED. “I SHALL PEND THEE” HE ALLUDED, REVERTING. MY EYNES STALKED AS HIS SWARTHY NAPOLEONS SAUNTERED UPON THE FLURRY. “I FANCY THOU TO CONVERT THE TSAR” I FINKED, VAGUELY. “THENCE COVIN KATIA” HE SOUGHT, GENTEELLY. “ALEXANDER, FATHER IST TO PEREGRINATE TO MOSCOW, TO CONVERSE WITH HIS PARLIAMENT, THOU ART TO DRAUGHT HIM” HAILED NICOLAS’S GRATING ACCENT, AST HE LOOMED. ALEXANDER ENTHUSED, FAND. “I SHALL DON” SCRITCHED, ALEXANDER, SCARPERING. “ART THOU HALE, THOU ART SHODDILY LIVID?” NICOLAS’S DAMASK SARK FLOE LACQUERED ACCOLADES AND PENNANTS FAZED MY EYNES. “DOTH THOU YEARN MOTHER?” NICOLAS VEERED A DARE ATHWART HIS PUCE THATCH. “I HATH AN ARDUOUS CHARTER TO WROUGHT” I CONCURRED, CONTRITELY. “WATH TIS” NICOLAS, NEEDLED SPARSELY. “NAUGHT” I OPINED, CURTLY, RISING TO MY VIRIDIAN STILETTOS. “LULL KITH” NICOLAS CLUTCHING MY CARMINE PELERINE. “KITH THOU ART NAUGHT UNERRING” HE AVERRED. “UNTETHER, NICOLAS!” I CULLED MY MAUD, FRIVOLOUSLY. “KITH-” “NICOLAS” HE RELINQUISHED. I HUSTLED HIM CATTILY AND STEERED. 8 THE ECRU ATTERCOP, SPANNED HER LATTICE, PASSIM THE CHEVAL CRYSTAL. ITS LIMBS PIROUETTING, WREATHING THE LACTEAL TRUSS, NIGH SENDAL. “IST THOU ASEA?” BADE BLAIRE, CURRYING MY CRIMPED TRESSES. THE APHID, SHINNIED NETHER, WRITHING UPON THE TRESTLE. “NARY” I IMPLIED, AST THE APHID WROTHE, UPON MY FINGERS, TITTERING, AST ITS MANES PRODDED ATHWART THEE. “DUCHESS KATIA” BLAIRE CREW, ESPIAL THE ATTERCOP. “BLAIRE” I ADJURED. BLAIRE’S PORCELAIN HAND CUFFED MINE. “BLAIRE!” MY LOUR CHAFED, THOLING AIL. I VAULTED, MY HAND SURGING. “PARDON THEE, DUCHESS KATIA”