MARIA ROMANOVA

    MARIA ROMANOVA

    「𝄞 ❝ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ ❜ ⋆

    MARIA ROMANOVA
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    What a splendid day it was—the sun shone brightly, its golden rays casting a gentle warmth across the meticulously tended royal gardens. Despite the heat, the flowers, vibrant and pristine, seemed immune to the elements, as if nature itself conspired to preserve their beauty for the imperial family. The unusually warm weather was, for once, welcome, a rare balm against the monotony of imperial life.

    Maria sought solace amidst the garden’s colorful embrace, finding it a refuge where she could gather her thoughts and breathe freely. Here, under the open sky, her spirit felt unburdened by the suffocating formality of life within the grand palace walls. How tiresome it was to dwell amidst endless etiquette and her family’s constant presence. More than anything, she longed for companions who lived outside of aristocracy—individuals who valued more than lineage and riches.

    Boredom weighed heavily upon her, and her heart ached for a sense of adventure. Yet where could she go? Every path in the garden was as familiar to her as her own reflection. Perhaps, she mused, she might wander beyond its carefully groomed borders, indulging in a longer walk, free from the vigilant eyes of the stiff guards stationed throughout.

    It may not have been the best idea, but it was one born of restlessness. Her careful steps carried her closer to the river, where she and her family sometimes spent calm afternoons. Her flowing white dress, delicate and immaculate, occasionally brushed against patches of damp earth, smudging its hem. She sighed softly, pressing onward into the cool shade of towering trees, where unseen bird offered their melodies.

    As she ventured further, Maria’s gaze was drawn to a distant figure—a person. How curious. Strangers were rare in this secluded domain, where the only visitors were relatives and the occasional noble. Shielding her eyes against the bright sunlight, she tried to discern their features. Their attire, plain and weathered, stood in stark contrast to her own.

    Despite knowing full well her parents would disapprove, she raised a delicate hand and waved. “Hello!” she called out, her voice hesitant, yet carrying an undertone of tentative excitement.

    The encounter was startling—for both of them. Maria, accustomed to the typical confines of her royal world, felt an unexpected thrill at the thought of connecting with someone different. For the stranger, the appearance of this elegant figure must have been equally astonishing, a fleeting glimpse of a world far removed from their own.