Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly Sunday hop where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. This week’s snippet comes right after last week’s, as the Dowager Empress has been told by both her grandson and only surviving son that Aleksey will be going to the Sorbonne instead of officially coming to the throne and marrying on his upcoming 18th birthday. Her attempted lectures haven’t worked on either of them, and they continue insisting this is the wisest course of action.
“Baby isn’t a normal heir,” the Dowager Empress insisted. “I’ll feel more at ease knowing he’s produced at least one son before God takes him. You can go on being the Regent while that child grows up, and in perhaps twenty-five or thirty years, when God calls you home, Baby’s heir will become Tsar. Just the way it should be.”
“I want to go to the Sorbonne,” Alekséy repeated. “Dyadya Mísha even suggested it for me, instead of a Russian university where everyone would recognize me and never leave me alone. But don’t worry about my health and safety, since I’ll be living with plenty of bodyguards and doctors. I’m not stupid enough to go so far away without protection and medical care.”