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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā HERĀ FIRSTĀ INSTINCTĀ WASĀ TOĀ SNEERĀ ;Ā twistĀ herĀ lipsĀ upward,Ā retortĀ ā yes.Ā well,Ā asĀ youĀ wereĀ ā,Ā wrinkleĀ herĀ nose.Ā ThenĀ slueĀ pastĀ him,Ā asĀ ifĀ thisĀ wasĀ noĀ differentĀ fromĀ hisĀ usualĀ slights,Ā asĀ ifĀ itĀ scarcelyĀ matteredĀ evenĀ ifĀ itĀ hadĀ been.Ā ButĀ thatĀ wasnātĀ true,Ā wasĀ it ?Ā HeĀ hadĀ seenĀ her.Ā Usually.Ā AndĀ before.Ā HeĀ evenĀ struggledĀ toĀ look.Ā SoĀ thisĀ access,Ā theĀ uprootingĀ instinctĀ forĀ rudeness,Ā galledĀ her.Ā ReactionsĀ wereĀ noĀ longerĀ aĀ thingĀ sheĀ felt,Ā existingĀ inĀ aĀ naturalĀ stateĀ within,Ā butĀ somethingĀ thatĀ hadĀ toĀ beĀ daubedĀ on,Ā coaxedĀ intoĀ reality.Ā TheyĀ didĀ notĀ simplyĀ comeĀ ofĀ theirĀ ownĀ accord.Ā YelenaĀ tendedĀ toĀ mostĀ emotionsĀ asĀ ifĀ theyĀ wereĀ blazons,Ā awaitingĀ theirĀ occassionĀ inĀ aĀ chestbox.Ā SheĀ wouldĀ pluckĀ themĀ outĀ accordingĀ toĀ suitableĀ circumstance ;Ā thisĀ instance,Ā forĀ one,Ā did notĀ warrantĀ any.Ā WhatĀ causeĀ doĀ IĀ haveĀ toĀ beĀ shrewish ?Ā ChidingĀ herselfĀ fellĀ flat.Ā SheĀ didĀ supposeĀ itĀ wouldĀ stopĀ working,Ā thisĀ callingĀ uponĀ aĀ betterĀ nature,Ā ifĀ thereāsĀ noĀ natureĀ ofĀ anyĀ sortĀ toĀ appealĀ to.Ā TheĀ TsarinaĀ breathedĀ inĀ instead.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā SheĀ gulpedĀ onĀ theĀ coldĀ air,Ā itsĀ crispnessĀ andĀ itsĀ foreignĀ edge,Ā andĀ letĀ itĀ slouchĀ onĀ herĀ tongueĀ likeĀ properĀ words.Ā SheĀ couldĀ seeĀ SashaĀ asĀ sheĀ hadĀ aĀ myriadĀ timesĀ beforeĀ ;Ā heated,Ā riledĀ upĀ fromĀ riding,Ā orĀ wrestling,Ā orĀ sparringĀ onĀ theĀ frozenĀ ground.Ā YouthfulĀ andĀ symbolic,Ā picturesqueĀ inĀ hisĀ obliviousness,Ā inĀ hisĀ exactĀ depictionĀ ofĀ whatĀ theĀ countryĀ neededĀ āĀ anĀ emblemĀ asĀ unwittingĀ asĀ hadĀ everĀ been.Ā AndĀ haunted.Ā YelenaĀ wroteĀ itĀ downĀ toĀ currentĀ politics. Oh,Ā butĀ youĀ shouldĀ guideĀ him.Ā HowĀ wouldĀ thatĀ everĀ work ?Ā AllĀ theseĀ livesĀ ofĀ rulersĀ andĀ theirĀ blazingĀ coterie,Ā withĀ wedlockĀ daughtersĀ andĀ borrowedĀ wars,Ā theirĀ silencedĀ concubines,Ā sheĀ hadĀ observedĀ asĀ anotherĀ person.Ā HerĀ self,Ā oneĀ yearĀ younger,Ā wouldĀ knowĀ whatĀ toĀ makeĀ ofĀ everything.Ā OrĀ atĀ leastĀ sheĀ wouldĀ beĀ foolishĀ enoughĀ toĀ claimĀ sheĀ did.Ā NowĀ sheĀ hardlyĀ caredĀ whyĀ thereĀ wasĀ aĀ bĆ¢tardĀ onĀ theĀ EnglishĀ throneĀ ;Ā haveĀ itĀ herĀ way,Ā thereĀ mightĀ asĀ wellĀ beĀ aĀ cobbler.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā AroundĀ them,Ā theĀ stallionsĀ andĀ geldsĀ wereĀ steeredĀ towardsĀ theirĀ mangers.Ā TheirĀ reinsĀ andĀ martingalesĀ soundedĀ slackĀ inĀ theirĀ mouthsĀ wheneverĀ theĀ groomsĀ pulledĀ harder.Ā ItĀ madeĀ YelenaĀ feelĀ aĀ suddenĀ boutĀ ofĀ pain,Ā heartrending,Ā moreĀ forĀ theĀ ordinarinessĀ ofĀ it,Ā theĀ folly. āĀ AreĀ theyĀ notĀ cold,Ā Alexander ?Ā āĀ SheĀ askedĀ himĀ withoutĀ wanting,Ā orĀ withoutĀ thinkingĀ to.Ā SheĀ askedĀ himĀ becauseĀ sheĀ hopedĀ heādĀ know.Ā AtĀ theĀ fringeĀ ofĀ herĀ view,Ā theĀ airĀ mistedĀ inĀ patches,Ā andĀ itĀ wasĀ difficultĀ toĀ sayĀ whetherĀ thatĀ cameĀ fromĀ theĀ fog,Ā orĀ wasĀ exhaledĀ byĀ theĀ beasts,Ā whichĀ wereĀ gurglingĀ inĀ unisonĀ likeĀ theĀ mouthĀ ofĀ aĀ greatĀ river.Ā YelenaĀ wentĀ overĀ her responseĀ andĀ foundĀ itĀ lacking.Ā Indeed,Ā sheĀ hadĀ notĀ comeĀ outĀ withĀ theĀ purposeĀ ofĀ greetingĀ him,Ā butĀ sheĀ shouldĀ have.Ā OrĀ atĀ leastĀ expectĀ it,Ā avoidĀ it,Ā andĀ doĀ notĀ blotchĀ theĀ bloodyĀ deal.Ā āĀ HowĀ wasĀ thisĀ morningāsĀ gallop ?Ā ā
AS SOON AS THE WORDS HAD left his lips, he wanted to call them back; it was as if his tongue was running ahead of him, he recognised her and bit down on air, too late. He liked it when he caught her by surprise - it was when she looked most animated, her eyes sparking with an instinctive anger that he remembered from days long, long ago (memories that felt hazy and distant, like childhood summers, though it was barely a year since) when she had occasionally called him Sasha and she ruled over those dissolving sugar months, his brother by her side. Then her irritation with him had been tempered by laughter, teasing, and the steady presence of Vanya at her elbow. Now it was brutal and heavy and abrupt, muddy water clogged with everything they didnāt talk about. She seemed to inhale; he wondered if she would ignore him and walk on and leave him there, but she regained control of herself.
He could straighten, at least; he did so, manners beaten into him as a boy. Once you know all the etiquette, his father had said to him when he complained, you can disobey it - but you canāt break something that isnāt there. It was like cheating at cards; only fools who didnāt know the rules got caught. Anyway, there was something about her that made him want to be better, like Vanya, who wouldāve known exactly how to charm her out of her discomfort; and then the thought seared him and he went whirling in the other direction, determined to be as reprehensible as possible. He would have bowed to her, but she ignored the pleasantries. She was skittish; he had to blink to clear his vision of her astride one of the pale dappled grey mares that was protesting in the courtyard, both elegant and terrified, and looked towards the horses. He was too surprised to muster up any of his usual irony, and his tone was abruptly serious when he said, sliding gratefully back into Russian,Ā āthey welcome the cold after the hunt. See, their sides are steaming. A trip back to the stables and a good rub down and theyāll be alright - theyāll forget the pain in half an hour.ā
He liked horses, but had never been sentimental of them; fiercely protective of his own, yes, and proud of the ones he bred and raced, but he laughed at his sisters when they wept over a mare that had to be put down over a broken leg. They werenāt people. Still, he winced as one of the English grooms gave a particularly heavy-handed tug on the reins, and then looked away.Ā āIt was adequate,ā he said absently, clearly barely thinking of it,Ā āthe countryside around here is good.ā And then, with a determined effort at normalcy, at charm that fell a little bit short, he offered her his arm and added lightly,Ā āyou call this cold, Lena? Have you forgotten Moscow so quickly?ā

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thronesresourcesā:
ā Ā thronehqs Ā sentence starters Ā : Ā part one. Ā feel Ā free Ā to Ā change Ā pronouns Ā around Ā as Ā needed Ā .
ā Ā my Ā heart Ā is Ā so Ā tired Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā we Ā have Ā no Ā choice Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā we Ā always Ā have Ā a Ā choice Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā thatās Ā when Ā you Ā get Ā your Ā back Ā up Ā and Ā show Ā loyalty Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā mistakes Ā , Ā mistakes Ā , Ā itās Ā all Ā i Ā seem Ā capable Ā of Ā at Ā times Ā . ā
ā Ā yes Ā , Ā i Ā know Ā it Ā . Ā in Ā the Ā darkness Ā of Ā my Ā dark Ā beating Ā heart Ā , Ā i Ā know Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā itās Ā my Ā heart Ā that Ā is Ā tired Ā . Ā a Ā [age] Ā year Ā old Ā heart Ā shouldnāt Ā feel Ā like Ā this Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā he Ā must Ā have Ā loved Ā her Ā so Ā incredibly Ā hard Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā itās Ā much Ā easier Ā to Ā be Ā on Ā the Ā verge Ā of Ā something Ā than Ā to Ā actually Ā be Ā it Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā donāt Ā punish Ā yourself Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā the Ā thrill Ā of Ā being Ā ignored ! Ā ā
ā you Ā can Ā die Ā slowly Ā , Ā cut Ā into Ā a Ā thousand Ā pieces Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā that Ā may Ā be Ā the Ā first Ā time Ā in Ā my Ā life Ā a Ā man Ā dared Ā insult Ā me Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā I Ā donāt Ā want Ā to Ā hope Ā for Ā anything Ā anymore Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā will Ā you Ā listen Ā to Ā him Ā ? Ā ā
ā youāre Ā just Ā stalling Ā now Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā why Ā are Ā you Ā smiling Ā ? ā
ā Ā you Ā ought Ā to Ā slow Ā down Ā . Ā youāll Ā work Ā yourself Ā to Ā death Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā the Ā [title] Ā will Ā see Ā you Ā now Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā do Ā you Ā think Ā they Ā were Ā wrong Ā ? Ā ā
ā Ā nonsense Ā . Ā youāre Ā only Ā saying Ā that Ā because Ā no Ā one Ā ever Ā has Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā youāve Ā made Ā your Ā decision Ā then Ā ? ā
ā Ā you Ā are Ā wonderful Ā . ā
ā Ā i Ā know Ā you Ā do Ā not Ā approve Ā of Ā what Ā i Ā am Ā trying Ā to Ā do Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā where Ā in Ā the Ā world Ā have Ā you Ā been Ā hiding Ā ? Ā ā
ā Ā iāll Ā do Ā it Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā weāve Ā been Ā expecting Ā you Ā back Ā at Ā court Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā thereās Ā something Ā i Ā ought Ā to Ā tell Ā you Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā hear Ā this Ā now ā Ā i Ā will Ā always Ā come Ā for Ā you Ā . ā
ā Ā why Ā didnāt Ā you Ā wait Ā for Ā me Ā ? Ā ā
ā Ā those Ā are Ā dangerous Ā words Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā will Ā you Ā ever Ā forgive Ā me Ā ? ā
ā Ā how Ā is Ā it Ā that Ā the Ā clouds Ā still Ā hang Ā on Ā you Ā ? Ā ā
ā Ā what Ā hideous Ā sin Ā have Ā you Ā committed Ā lately Ā ? ā
ā Ā will Ā you Ā ever Ā forgive Ā me Ā ? Ā ā
ā Ā youāve Ā got Ā your Ā motherās Ā beautiful Ā eyes Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā i Ā do Ā not Ā know , Ā my Ā lord Ā , Ā what Ā i Ā should Ā think Ā . Ā ā Ā
ā Ā i Ā find Ā him Ā a Ā man Ā of Ā great Ā principle Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā in Ā that Ā and Ā all Ā things Ā will Ā we Ā show Ā our Ā duty Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā you Ā are Ā just Ā like Ā your Ā father Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā you Ā are Ā nothing Ā like Ā your Ā father Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā i Ā cannot Ā help Ā but Ā think Ā heād Ā hate Ā this Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā a Ā little Ā more Ā than Ā kin Ā , Ā and Ā less Ā than Ā kind Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā how Ā now Ā , Ā [name] Ā ! Ā whatās Ā the Ā matter Ā ? Ā ā
ā Ā a Ā collectorās Ā piece Ā indeed Ā , Ā every Ā detail Ā exactly Ā as Ā she Ā said Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā perhaps Ā we Ā may Ā tighten Ā away Ā the Ā ghosts Ā of Ā so Ā many Ā years Ā ago Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā i Ā had Ā hoped Ā to Ā have Ā made Ā that Ā announcement Ā myself Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā this Ā is Ā one Ā visit Ā i Ā should Ā prefer Ā to Ā make Ā unaccompanied Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā there Ā is Ā something Ā rotten Ā in Ā the Ā state Ā of Ā [kingdom] Ā . Ā ā Ā
ā Ā you Ā alone Ā can Ā make Ā my Ā song Ā take Ā flight Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā isnāt Ā this Ā the Ā letter Ā you Ā wrote Ā ? Ā ā
ā Ā this Ā is Ā a Ā game Ā you Ā cannot Ā hope Ā to Ā win Ā ! Ā ā
ā Ā how Ā your Ā tokens Ā and Ā signs Ā of Ā affection Ā frighten Ā me Ā . Ā ā
ā Ā i Ā spoke Ā plainly Ā of Ā my Ā true Ā feelings Ā . Ā ā
yāall this is an official call for russian politics.
russia was neutral during the war, and traditionally equal parts isolationist or expansionist depending on who sits on the throne: theyāre on the very fringes of europe and are probs seen as a threat. Iād like to establish where people stand šš
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SO THIS WAS SPRING IN ENGLAND: Sasha didnāt think much of it. The fields were beautiful, that was true; heād ridden through them that morning, all gleaming green like emeralds, scattered with diamond dew drops; parts of the country rolled in undulating waves, and parts were so flat that the wheat fields seemed to stretch all the way to the horizon, but it was small, barely seventy miles in breadth, and the trickling March sunshine warmed him between his shoulder-blades, the colour of melting butter. There was none of the clarity of a Russian spring, when snow still threatened and the air tasted sharp and new and cut across your cheeks like the blade of a knife. In the north, there was no spring;Ā Arkhangelsk was still closed to shipping and trade, the great mouth of the harbour frozen solid, the ships imprisoned. In Moscow, the women were venturing outside in their lighter furs, their cheeks flushed pink with excitement; the boulevards began to rumble with traffic once again, but the ground was still unsteady under-foot, the mud churned up and then frozen, an endless cycle of filth and rebirth.
Here, he could build up a proper sweat at a gallop, and came clattering into the royal stables surrounded by his usual entourage in a burst of jostling and laughter, to find that the court were feeling the chill and many had brought out their winter cloaks once more. The Russian passed between the group of men with aggressive rapidity; perhaps Ivan would have been more diplomatic to the English, but Ivan was dead and Sasha was Tsar, and he had never made himself amenable to anyone if it didnāt suit him. He liked to watch the servants skitter nervously out of their way. The Russians Sasha had brought with him had already gained a reputation for rowdiness. The English were so stiff, so easy to mock; and yet at the same time comported themselves with an informality that seemed absurd to the Ruriks, who were used to the intense ceremony of their own imperial court. Tossing the reigns of his horse to his own groom, Sasha dismounted in a smooth movement, landing heavily on the cobbles. āDonāt let the English touch him,ā he commanded the young man, in the rough dialect of Smolensk that the boy spoke, āhe lived through the sea voyage - I donāt want them fucking with him now he's back on dry land.ā
The boy bowed and left. Sasha stood for a moment, a point of strange stillness in the swirling madness of the group of men around him, pulling off his gloves and wiping his forehead on his sleeve. He looked almost pensive, before he was clapped hard on the shoulder by a tall noble in a fur cape, and his expression shattered into a grin. He allowed himself to be tugged into the palace proper, scattering servants and nobles alike, but once they were in the stifling warmth of the ancient building he hung back and gestured his friends on ahead. They were reluctant to leave him - there was some mutterings of treachery - but Sasha could look after himself, heād proved that several times over. When their noise had faded around the corner, he leant back against the stone wall and closed his eyes. The ride had chased the cobwebs from his mind, but they were being spun again as quickly as he could dismiss them.
He heard a noise; he straightened abruptly.Ā āI apologise,ā he said, in his accented but fluent English,Ā āI did not see you.ā
Ā āāā MAY I PRESENT ALEKSANDR PETROVICH OF HOUSE RURIK, THE TSAR OF RUSSIA. THEY HAVE JUST CELEBRATED THEIR TWENTY EIGHTH NAME DAY AND ARE KNOWN TO BE VERY GENEROUS & DISSOLUTE . WE HOPE THEY ENJOY THEIR TIME IN ENGLAND.