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<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Most of you are probably like WHAT? SHE HAS LIKE 10 FICS....but i wrote this in history...and i like it. So r/r enjoy! Love ya, Carolyn! xoxo</span>
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Disclaimer: I own nothing; how i wish i owned something....</span>
this wp was made by janet, and i love her
He was leaving the place he had come to call home for six years, since he was only 12 years old. He had lived a life of priveledge since the day he was born; everything on a silver spoon. He was living the American dream, but he wasn’t American, he was pure Russian Royalty. His accent had not Americanized over the years he had lived there, nor was it thick and Russian; it was English; he had grown up in England, attending various elementary boarding schools; only brought home when his father needed him to make an appearance at a press conference, social dinner or ball. His mother although alive, was not well, she wouldn’t, or rather couldn’t stand up to her husband; for he was the king. He missed his mother when he was gone, but he felt she was more distant when he was there in the palace with her. They were the Romanov’s, but he was a Lazarey; Prince Julian of Russia.
She was privelidged, beautiful and most importantly; Royalty. The Princess of England, heir to the throne. She would no doubt hold great power on the worldwide stage. Having gone to various prep schools within Europe, she was a central figure in the lives of most Europeans, her face, smile and laugh were almost everywhere. Her mother had died when she was just six years old, and her father, the king had always been there for her to the best of his ability as he was the king.
“Julian” King Andrian shouted over the telephone, the main source of communication between the father and son, the prince and the king.
“Father I don’t have time for this, I must go if I am going to be back at the palace in time for that bloody gala” Julian retorted bluntly as he nodded in acknowledgement of the peers he was now leaving behind.
“I understand that son, but you will be making a stop in England” Andrian told him.
“Why?” Julian asked bewildered at why they would be going out of their way.
“You will be picking up the King’s daughter, Princess Sydney” Andrian told his son.
“Alright father” Julian mumbled before snapping his cell phone shut and stepping in the waiting limousine.
~~~
“Yes father, I understand that Andrian’s son will be there” Sydney couldn’t help but laugh at her fathers concern, she was almost 18, but she was still daddy’s little girl.
“Alright dear, I will see you at the event. Do you have a proper dress?” Jack asked his daughter over the phone, he hated that they were forced to communicate by phone, but it was the best he could do at the moment.
“Yes dad, I have a dress. Now go, we both have things to do. How long will we be in Russia for?” Sydney asked trying to hurry her father off the telephone.
“Well, actually, you will be summering there for this year. So until August” Jack told her, dreading the response he could get.
“Summering there?” Sydney repeated.
“Yes, with Andrian’s children; we thought it would be good for you. I wont be there, but I’ll try to visit as much as possible” Jack told her.
“Can I have my things sent or shall I pack?” Sydney asked him. She wasn’t about to show him how upset she was.
“You can have them sent and also buy new things. Bring enough for a week…casual” Jack told her.
“Alright father, I’ll see you in Russia. I love you” Sydney told him, snapping the phone shut. “DAMMIT” she screamed.
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Disclaimer: I own nothing; how i wish i owned something....</span>
this wp was made by janet, and i love her
He was leaving the place he had come to call home for six years, since he was only 12 years old. He had lived a life of priveledge since the day he was born; everything on a silver spoon. He was living the American dream, but he wasn’t American, he was pure Russian Royalty. His accent had not Americanized over the years he had lived there, nor was it thick and Russian; it was English; he had grown up in England, attending various elementary boarding schools; only brought home when his father needed him to make an appearance at a press conference, social dinner or ball. His mother although alive, was not well, she wouldn’t, or rather couldn’t stand up to her husband; for he was the king. He missed his mother when he was gone, but he felt she was more distant when he was there in the palace with her. They were the Romanov’s, but he was a Lazarey; Prince Julian of Russia.
She was privelidged, beautiful and most importantly; Royalty. The Princess of England, heir to the throne. She would no doubt hold great power on the worldwide stage. Having gone to various prep schools within Europe, she was a central figure in the lives of most Europeans, her face, smile and laugh were almost everywhere. Her mother had died when she was just six years old, and her father, the king had always been there for her to the best of his ability as he was the king.
“Julian” King Andrian shouted over the telephone, the main source of communication between the father and son, the prince and the king.
“Father I don’t have time for this, I must go if I am going to be back at the palace in time for that bloody gala” Julian retorted bluntly as he nodded in acknowledgement of the peers he was now leaving behind.
“I understand that son, but you will be making a stop in England” Andrian told him.
“Why?” Julian asked bewildered at why they would be going out of their way.
“You will be picking up the King’s daughter, Princess Sydney” Andrian told his son.
“Alright father” Julian mumbled before snapping his cell phone shut and stepping in the waiting limousine.
~~~
“Yes father, I understand that Andrian’s son will be there” Sydney couldn’t help but laugh at her fathers concern, she was almost 18, but she was still daddy’s little girl.
“Alright dear, I will see you at the event. Do you have a proper dress?” Jack asked his daughter over the phone, he hated that they were forced to communicate by phone, but it was the best he could do at the moment.
“Yes dad, I have a dress. Now go, we both have things to do. How long will we be in Russia for?” Sydney asked trying to hurry her father off the telephone.
“Well, actually, you will be summering there for this year. So until August” Jack told her, dreading the response he could get.
“Summering there?” Sydney repeated.
“Yes, with Andrian’s children; we thought it would be good for you. I wont be there, but I’ll try to visit as much as possible” Jack told her.
“Can I have my things sent or shall I pack?” Sydney asked him. She wasn’t about to show him how upset she was.
“You can have them sent and also buy new things. Bring enough for a week…casual” Jack told her.
“Alright father, I’ll see you in Russia. I love you” Sydney told him, snapping the phone shut. “DAMMIT” she screamed.
carolyn! dont u write enough stories