Alec Romanov
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1874 Russia: A ruthless young Tsar unknowingly meets the hidden child he never knew existed.
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Alec Romanov
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1874 Russia: A ruthless young Tsar unknowingly meets the hidden child he never knew existed.
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Moscow felt colder than Saint Petersburg ever had. Perhaps because there was nothing waiting for me here except politics and another evening spent pretending I did not despise the life built around me. I sat through hours of discussion beside the Governor of Moscow regarding railway expansions and winter grain transport routes while ministers droned endlessly beside us. Elena would have loved this sort of gathering. All polished smiles and appearances. I could barely stand to look at my wife these days. She represented duty, not love. Obligation, not warmth.
Years ago, before the crown fully hardened me, there had been someone else. A palace maid within the Winter Palace. Soft spoken. Gentle. She used to calm the noise in my mind with nothing more than a smile. I loved her in a way I had never loved Elena. But my family arranged my marriage for diplomacy, and by morning she was gone from Saint Petersburg entirely. I told myself she chose to leave me behind.
Needing air, I stepped away from the governor’s drawing room and into the quieter estate halls. A small body suddenly collided into my legs hard enough to nearly stumble backward. Tiny hands clutched a carved wooden horse.
The child looked up at me with wide blue eyes.
My eyes.
My heart stopped so violently it hurt.
It was like staring into my own reflection shrunk into something painfully small and innocent.
Are you okay, little one? I asked softly while helping the child back onto their feet. with careful ease.