" Time to move now" Ivan said. We will be the first train in the morning leaving a country that was once my kingdom.
The weather was gloomy, the feeling of utter silence was terrifying. The news of our deaths, the death of the Tsar, Tsarina, the 4 Grand duchesses and the Tsarevich echoed on the streets as the people murmured in shock.
"The Tsar and his family are dead! No more Tsar! One man shouted.
" Burn in hell with the Romanovs!" another man screamed.
There were people celebrating, dancing, mocking me my family even in our graves.
There was so much hate and disgust..
An old lady tears in her eyes clutching a crucifix said a prayer for the poor Romanov children. " Those children were innocent. Lord, please dont punish the children for the sins of their father"she cried.
I felt dizzy and felt like I was going to faint. My family was slaughtered and burned like animals.. lower than animals if I may correct and the people were rejoicing right in front of my face..
Ivan pulled me close to his body and held my hand and whispered" Please dont listen to them. They do not know what they're saying."
I noticed that he had also tears in his eyes.. Sweet Ivan.. My dear Ivan.. He could have allowed me to die and moved on in his life with the authority, power and pride associated with being a member of the Red guard.. but he chose to risk it all for a doomed girl who no longer exist..