~Alexandra
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I followed the generals through the maze of streets, leading to the Kremlin Palace's Red Porch. What a contrast to the gilded opulence of the old Kremlin. The great city of Moscow had become a rubbish heap of history. Rats and crows now roamed the filthy alleys. I remembered churches and parks, which today were falling apart and worn down with age. Deserted and dilapidated palaces reminded me of the ill fate that had befallen my own family.
Was this how I wanted my home to be? I was born into the richest royal house in the world, but now all I had was ashes of the past.
The red-eyed soldiers stood at attention along the path to the Cathedral of the Dormition. It was where my anointing and crowning would be. We entered the memorial building, walking towards the prepared dai
