Consequences
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After having decided the date of their wedding Alexander and Elizaveta part.
As Alexander gets in the carriage he ponders his conversation with Eliza. But shakes them off. He has a funeral to attend, a wedding to set up, coronation to schedule and a realm to govern.
-Kiev January 3 1843-
"And today we will execute Mikhael antinovich, His crimes being: Whipping over 40 people to death, forcing himself on local woman, selling woman to prostitution, enslaving children as well as adults, extorting the people of grain, and much more.
He, for all his crimes against the russian people will be executed today on january 3 1843. May god have mercy on his soul, for none of us will."
"LET ME GO! YOU LOT. LOWER THEN DIRT, HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME?! MY LOR-"
before he can finish what he has to say, the blade falls on his neck. blood splatters all over the floor, with his head falling into a bucket. Filled with many other heads, people who have also been executed.
The people, after being horrified by the amount of injustice the men was responsible for before them, cheer on. His death bringing joy to all. Especiallty to-
"Vlad, How long are you going to watch the executions for? You have been here for more then 3 hours."
"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't risk to miss the death of that guy. I personally, as well as many others saw how he whipped a woman to death."
"Well, now that you are done watching. Are you going to come with us to the tavern? Celebrations long over due. We fought for this moment hard didn't we? With many losing their lives. There is no proper way to respect them then a toast."
"Indeed. No worries, i'm coming."
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Entering the tavern Vlad notes the happy atmosphere that permeates it.
"Ah, the owner must be making a killing. Its not often this many people come here at once. Come on, lets grab a city before all are taken."
After finding a place to sit down near many of his aqquaintances, one of them starts talking.
"And then BAM!, All I felt next was immense pain. But I didn't falter. with all my will I marched on fearlessly staring at my enemy and singlehandedly scaring him, he starts running away. No worries though, even with all my injuries and pain, I used all my remaining energy to catch up and in one swift motion, beheaded the man who shot me.
That day I thought I was going to die, blood was gushing out like crazy. But then a Vlad appeared and carried me to safety, helping me heal my wounds."
"Stop exagarating man, how could you still run after having a bullet go through your leg?"
"Its true! As if god himself wasn't willing to let the enemy win so he gave me the energy I needed to take him down, you can ask Vlad when you have the chance, I heard boss about to promote him"
Listening in on the interesting event that his comrade went through brings joy to vlad.
Being happy that he got well enough to converse normally. He hsd been worried the injury would kill him. Its a miracle that he survived.
"Hey, the man is here! Everyone give him some proper respects, he almost carried the entire operation! Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
-St petersburg January 6th 1843-
Alexander postponed the burial of Nicholas I until today partly due to the civil war and partly due to purging the nobles in the empire. But now, after freeing up his schedule he decided to finally give his father a proper funeral. Though... his body had rotten alot. And showing it would be improper so he just put a photo of his father on his fathers coffin.
And, as the coffin that holds the tsars body gets transported to the peter and paul cathedral for burial. Alexander takes one last look at his father, The man whom he had murdered with his own hands. The man who showed him love and care as he grew up. The man who taught him.
His back gets covered in cold sweat, his chest tightens and his mind becomes dizzy.
'Get a hold of yourself damnit! He was a tyrant, enabling the nobles to do as they pleased. Letting his people to be exploited. Such a ruler deserves no pity.'
Not wanting to taint his image he manages to calm himself somewhat. Suppressing his emotions and thoughts to the best of his abilities.
But, all of that got immediatly ruined after he takes a look into his mothers eyes.
Cold. Dead. He takes a look into the eyes of his brothers and he sees almost in all of the. His entire family is struck with grief... except him.
After the death of his father, Alexander, as the eldest should have gone to comfort his mother, after all, he was her beloved husband, having known him for decades and mothering many of his children.
And his brothers? With father gone he was supposed to be the pillar of support for them.
Instead... he always postponed it, making various excuses to himself, justifying it by "the civil war needs my full attention" but did it really? Couldn't spare even a single day? 1 GOD DAMN DAY?! SHE IS HIS MOTHER FOR GODS SAKE! AND HIS BROTHERS?! WHEN THEY NEEDED HIM THE MOST, WHERE WAS HE?! WHERE IN THE GOD FORSAKEN EMPIRE WAS HE?!
Alexander, feeling the reality of the situation and the consequences of his actions set in, holds his composure by a sliver.
And as he barely makes it to the end of the proceedings he leaves as fast as possible. Ordering his the carriage driver to get to the palace as soon as possible.
After entering his room, his body starts swesting and his head spinning. He falls on his knees unto the floor. His eyes heavy, with each breath feeling more laborious then the last. He looks down at both his hands, in his eyes seeing them bathed in blood. and asks himself one question.
"what have I done?"