#emperors

Over the fireplace hangs a 1645 still life by Paulus van den Bosch, between twelve 18th-century French paintings of Roman emperors.

Coronation of Emperor Alexander III in the Assumption Cathedral

Artist: Mikhail Mikeshin (Russian, 1835-1896)

Date: 1883

Medium: Watercolor and gouache on paper

Collection: The State Russian Museum, Saint Petersburg, Russia

Description

Mikhail Mikeshin captured the coronation ceremony that took place on May 15, 1883, under the vaults of the majestic ancient Assumption Cathedral, when the Emperor received the Church's blessing to exercise not only state but also ecclesiastical authority.

The moment is depicted when, after Alexander III had read the Creed and had the porphyry (mantle) and diamond chain of the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called placed upon him, the Emperor was presented with the “Great Crown,” and he solemnly placed it on his head.          

Alexander III then crowned Maria Feodorovna with the "Lesser Crown" and ceremoniously presented her with the imperial regalia. The crowning ceremony was announced by the firing of one hundred and one cannons and the ringing of bells.

Disclaimer: Chapter 1 is finally here. Took me a while, I know, BUT I did have a lot going on so I hope you can forgive me. I also wanted to mention, that I've never written a fanfiction before so don't expect this to be a masteripiece, but I'll try ;). (English is NOT my first language, so please excuse any mistakes I might make writing this.)

Summary: One day, while exploring ancient Roman ruins with your friends, you stick your nose where you shouldn't have and...oh my! Why do the ruins look so new? Where have all the people come from? ...Wait...why are they dressed like...oh no..

Pairings: You/Emperor Geta

Warnings: pretty much none...for now ^^

We have arrived. Finally. My ass hurts from sitting on the bike for too long. Turns out it wasn't a good idea to ride all the way to these abandoned ruins on a BIKE. Unfortunately, Nela and Daniel wouldn't listen to me when I told them so.

While I tried to walk normaly Dan shouted: "Hey! Isn't it interesting that nobody made this into a tourist attraction? I ain't complaining though. I mean...it looks pretty neat if you ask me." "Right? We have this place all to ourselves!" Nela shouted back. I have to admit, it looks phenomenal. It's not a palace or any other important enough building to remember, but it sure is a wonder non-the-less.

I stood there, admiring the ruins when Nela called me over to her: "Y/N, you have to see this." "What is it?" I made my way towards her. "What have you found?" "A cool-ass mozaic picture. There's a..priest of some sort? I don't really know.. and something written in latin." "Okayyy? Show me." Nela led me inside the building. Much further inside then I expected but, my God, was it worth it.

On a wall there was a mozaic, just as she promised. It covered half of the it and looked majestic. The priest was holding a sword of some sort. Definitely not a Roman style sword..but..it was a sword. Above him a big, vertically depicted eye stared right into my soul. It was weirdly clean and preserved too. Hm..strange. "So~? What do you say?" She asked. "It's amazing!" I exclaimed in awe. "I know. I was hoping you could tell me what the text says since you know a little latin from when we were in school. History being your major and stuff." "Oh yeah, I don't know if I remember enough to translate it, but I'll try."

I focused on the mozaic. The text wasn't long, but that doesn't mean it wasn't comolicated. "What're you guys doing?" Dan chimed in somewhere from behind us. "Shush. Y/N is trying to translate this text on the wall. Let her focus." "Ohhhh! Okay, okayy, sorry. Jeez." I could almost hear Daniels eyes rolling at how Nela dismissed him.

After a few more minutes I finally peeled my eyes off of the mozaic. "So? What does it say?" The excitement in Nelas eyes was evident. "I couldn't translate it completely. But, It says: Aperiam tempus portas nisi quis tempus. Ad finem destinatum tuum something something. The last few words are covered in..what looks like white dust."

Then an idea came to me: "Dan? Could you bring me a big rock So I can reach the last few words and dust it off?" "Sure." Huh, that was quick, usually he complains. I turned to Nela. "I wish I could tell you the full translation, but the only thing I got from it was something about 'gates of time' or something like that." "Huh, Gates of time?" "Probably a metaphor of some sorts, I don't know."

Dan came back and placed the rock infront of me. "Thanks." I thanked him And he stepped back to where Nela was standing. I barely reached where I needed to, but I did. And that's what counts.

Slowly, I began to dust off the white powder which revealed the words 'ut diu finiat'. "Got it! The text reads 'Aperiam tempus portas nisi quis tempus. Ad finem destinatum tuum ut diu finiat!'" I got off the rock turning my smiling face to my friends. However, when I took my first step towards them, the eye emited a strange light around me. Like a stage light. I stopped in my tracks, a horrified look on both Dan's And Nela's faces. I turned my back to them. Me, myself horrified at the scene before me. Nela screamed: "Y/N, YOU'RE...DISSAPEARING." I looked down. Dread falling over me immidiately. I was dissapearing. My limbs turned into dust as the eye sucked it inside. I turned my head towards my friends when everything turned dark.

...

Everything hurts. Again. Not just my butt this time though. Everything.

My head is pounding, my chest feels squished and...oh- why does it smell like that? Are those..voices? Do I hear latin? Nooo, it can't be latin. Latin's been a dead language for some time now. I must've suffered a concussion or something. "Nela? Dan?" I slowly opened my eyes, the sunlight hitting me painfully. Everything was blury. I turned myself to lay on my back and put my arm across my eyes to block the sunlight. "Where are you guys?" That's not english... "Miss? Are you alright?" That's definitely not english. And I did NOT have a concussion. It is latin. IT IS LATIN.

I shot up, sitting. When I opened my eyes fully and got used to the light what I saw was...what the fuck..

Before me was a woman..dressed in a stola. Hair tied up in a bun. No, wait, there is a bunch of people here. She way the closest one to me, looking as scared as ever. I tried standing up when she screamed, ran away closer to the rest of the by-standers. I stood up fully, but at what cost. My legs hurt as if I ran a marathon. I took my first step..that awoke absolute chaos. Everyone started running out of wherever it is we were.

I'm So confused. Damn. I saw a little clearer, altough everything was still spinning. I got out of the building as well.. after some time. Which was a mistake as I was grabbed by both my arms and shoved forward. "Move it, woman." A rough voice spat out. My vision cleared fully And I could see I was surrounded by four, maybe six guards. Praetorians to be exact. What the fuck is happening. They dragged me through what looked like ancient Rome. Is this some kind of a bad joke? How did I get here..

We finally got to our destination. Or at least that's what I guessed based on the fact everybody stopped. I looked up. Ohh..that's definitely a palace. Guess they're taking me to the dungeons there or something. Me and my lovely praetorian companions walked up the stairs...well..they walked up, I was dragged up.

I was looking around the marble columns, admiring the beauty of this place when I heard: "My emperors, we found this wench in the streets of Rome." Oh so is Rome, after all...pause- emperorS? Plural? Bigger OH, I'm INFRONT of emperors.

My head turned towards the 'emperors' one of the pretorians was speaking to. And really...there were TWO lavishly dressed men on what looked like a throne.

All you could see on my face was shock And confusion.

One of them had a predatory look, as if I was a prey and he a dangerous beast ready to strike. His rich brown eyes had a calculating look in them. The other one, the shorter one looked a lot more...relaxed? Smiling like I was the biggest clown in town..which I probably was, not gonna lie. His icy blue eyes manic. He was spread out on his throne like an average teenage boy watching TV.

Only the blue-eyed one had a bunch of, what I assumed to be concubines, at his side. Interesting.

I was studying them further when I heard: "Very well..throw her in the dungeons before we decide any further action." Now THAT, sobered me up fully. "What?" No really...this Is latin. And I'm speaking it..since, uh, when. The brown-eyed emperor, the one who spoke up a second ago, shot me a look that gave me the impression nobody questioned him before. The angry look that promised nothing pleasant. The other one though. He answered me. He sounded very amused with my 'What?' too.. "Asking what on such an obvious thing. We don't know who you are, it Is only reasonable to have you locked up somewhere you can't do anything, Isn't it?" He giggeled too. Creepy. "Well, what Are you waiting for? My brother made a decision. Go And do as he said." He added.

Before I could react I was shoved to go forward..the second time I'm here. Well..to the dungeons I guess...what in the sweet fuck Is happening. I can't remember..

So? How did I do for my first ever fanfiction? I Hope you liked it, altough I accept criticism too. I want to make this fic as much enjoyable for you as possible.

There will be some..spicier scenes too...but that'll ve after se progress further into the story. I don't know how many chapters it'll have. Altough I expect it to be a longer story. :)

I don't know how to write Y/N without putting a little of my personality into her. So..I apologize if that bothers you.

Next chapter coming soon 🤟❤️ xoxo

~ao0o0

PS: Next chapters will be longer, don't worry, I just wanted this chapter to end...on a cliffhanger ^^

Do you ship it?

Reason:

“1.They kissed (which contrary to popular belief, was not normal between men at the time) 2."if he were a woman I would make him my mistress" 3. Alexander became so shocked at the invasion of Russia he became a religious mystic and never recovered 4. Alexander saying Napolen's bed was "durable". 5. Long talks that lasted til the middle of the morning 6."Did you notice his clear grey eyes, which are so piercing you can hardly bare to look."-Alexander AND 7 NAPOLEON SAYING HE LOVED ALEXANDER MANY TIMES ON SAINT HELENA TY”