Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly Sunday hop where writers share 8 sentences from a book or WIP. I’m skipping a little ahead from last week’s, past Grand Duke Mikhail thanking Prince Vladimir for his show of support against a disrespectful servant and addressing the elephant in the room of hemophilia. Even in 1918, people understood it was passed on through the mother, which means all four of the Grand Duchesses might’ve inherited it and thus have a very real chance of having hemophiliac sons themselves.
Mikhail says he won’t hold anything against the princes if they find this prospect too frightening and take their leave, but Konstantin insists he doesn’t care about that.
Prince Konstantin, right, and his younger brother Prince Igor
“I’m so old, and want my own family so badly, I don’t care if I might have some children who aren’t all perfect. Whatever God wants to give me, I’ll want and love just as he is. Life is so fragile and can so easily be taken away at any time. Even a healthy, normal child can pass away at any time. The most important thing is that I give any children of mine all the love I know how to give.”
“You have a beautiful, sincere heart and spirit,” Ólga said, smiling at him. “My family went to Romania four years ago to investigate the possibility of my marrying Prince Carol, but neither of us liked one another. Then nothing serious was done about my marriage prospects ever again, though I really wanted to be married.”
Of the four Grand Duchesses, I always felt drawn most to Olga, the oldest. She was the most intelligent and intellectual, an inveterate bookworm, and gave a lot of her inheritance to the less fortunate after she came into her trust fund. Olga is also one of my favorite Russian female names, in spite of how a lot of English-speakers deride it as ugly and musty. It sounds really beautiful with the Russian pronunciation, which has a rolled L.