Mironov

Previously: Veta

A/N ~ Thank you to everyone who's reading this little experiment of mine. If it's not to much trouble (and if you're craving a little more darkness), check out my Mortal Kombat blog; I've been scribbling a new fic there as well.

Dearest Reader,

Za tvoyo zdorov'ye! It appears Napoleon's not the only one invading, as Mayfair is experiencing an invasion of its own. And what a delightful invasion it is, for the modiste has received inquiries about sarafans, the jewelers have been questioned about headpieces, and the bakeries are getting requests for the likes of vatrushka. What a marvelous time to be alive! For one can only surmise what--or who--has prompted such interests in the first place.

Veta

Previously: Beth

"The Russians are back to speaking Russian," Allegra grumbled as she emptied the tea pot and rinsed it out.

"I think it's charming, cousin," Clementine grinned, pouring herself a small glass of milk. "I wonder if I can get Iakov to teach me."

Allegra paused to turn and face her. "Why the bloody hell would you want to learn Russian?"

"Well, if the Count ever does decides to return home--"

"Don't even think of it," Allegra cut her off.

"You know, someone ought to tell Lady Whistledown that 'dashing' was a bit of understatement," Clementine mused wryly. "That man is as chiseled and sculpted as a god."

Beth

Previously: The Baron's Daughter

Adrik Mironov was a patient man.

He knew what Elizabeth was doing, and he was happy to go along with it because he knew it wouldn't work. He would speak whichever language she asked of him, wear whatever clothes she insisted on, eat whatever food was set before him because it didn't matter. After twenty long years of waiting, he wasn't going anywhere.

The Baron's Daughter

Previously: The Dowager

As far as Lady Agatha Danbury was concerned, the inhalation of snuff was a most undignified habit, but far be it from her to correct Her Majesty.

She watched, trying not to grimace, as the Queen leaned over to a nearby table and indulged a hearty snort. Indeed, it was all Lady Danbury could to do to keep from twitching at the heinous sound, and the graceless manner in which the Queen leaned over the side of the couch.

Prologue: The Dowager

Previously: Dramatis Personae

October, 1814

Mayfair, London, England

The opera was Mozart, as it was always Mozart these days, simply because that was whom the Queen favored.

It was widely known the Crown had invested a rather sinful amount of coin in a production of Lucio Silla, starring the infamous soprano Siena Rosso as Celia, which surprised the ton seeing as it wasn't one of Mozart's more famous accomplishments. So it appeared that with an early winter on the horizon, Her Majesty's boredom was already setting in.

Operas were perfect to see, be seen, but most importantly, go unseen if one were so inclined. And as fate would have it...one was.

Ustinya

There weren't always dragons in the valley.

In fact, there weren’t always dragons anywhere, and it was possible this one only came here now because of the river Nona, one of the last remaining in Kazimir. For indeed, the Grey Waste—as Kazimir was often called—now stretched across the whole northern half of the continent.

Legend had it Kazimir was once a lush and fertile region until the forest goddess, Olga, offended the desert god, Ilia, over a simple game of bones. Never known to mind his temper, Ilia unleashed his fire-breathing horde, ordering them to scorch Olga’s forests into oblivion.

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Elizaveta

So I actually tried writing a few chapters of Winter Dreams, and there was something just not working for me. I've reworked the cast to see if there will be a better flow.

Vladimira

 

This is just a thought, but a very writable one. The question is, how to give the wholesome humor of Cinderella 1997 but, you know, goth.

With the passing of the Fairy Godmother, a great shadow falls upon the kingdom, probably turning it into something out of a Tim Burton movie. The royal family would need to fix that.

Winter Dreams

 

I'm thinking about penning a Bridgerton fanfiction which takes place after Season 2.

The Warrior Princess (#Xena)

This is just a dream cast (and idea for a reboot).

Olivia

Lol...this is just a thought.

I'm a weirdo so...feel free to laugh at me. Olivia, you may have guessed, is a Scandal fanfiction. I was literally in the middle of rewatching season 2 (my favorite), and I got the idea of setting the story during the European Middle Ages while watching Mellie yell at Fitz about his drinking.

I guess I really liked the idea that a group of unlikely conspirators made a devil's bargain to put a pretender on a throne, so to speak. It's downright Shakespearean. *shrug* I just felt it would fit.