Soon enough the new news came about that Rasputin was gone. Servants were fired left and right, from her majesty’s rage. If only she wasn’t so blind, Rasputin never healed prince Alexei and he destroyed Russia. His majesty peeps in on the Duma’s discussions in hopes of gaining back his title.

When I heard that Rasputin had been assassinated by members of the Czarian, I almost laughed out in joy. Finally, the plague that daunted these halls was gone. Of course, I never showed that or spoke of it, for I would certainly be executed.

A month...it’s been a month since the Duma has taken control. The war His majesty grows more depressed with each passing week, he has no passion for politics anymore. The Bolshevik Soviets started to revolt with a man named Vladamir Lenin as the leader.

The palace was in chaos as it became increasingly clear to all of Russia, that our monarchy was no longer. Her majesty and the king were still in denial that Rasputin was the cause, with that in mind the people could no longer trust the royal family.  Although she was sixteen and a beautiful young lady, Anatasia stayed by my side, clinging to my dress. Soon enough her elder sisters; Olga, Tatiana, and Maria joined her by my side in fear.