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2024-10-29 19:42:56The Vasil princess proved to be a thorn in Ursa’s side. She was already on edge from the events of the past couple weeks, not to mention being edged out of court by her husband and his stupid advisor-- really, Ivan was far too forgiving.
Ursa wasn’t.
She didn’t forgive Orlov, and she didn’t forgive the little Vasil princess for all of her slights toward Ursa and the Romanovs. She had simply had enough from everyone else, and she was not about to continue to take it from some ignorant little girl who had not been back in her home country in years.
And yet, Princess Aisha thought she was being furtive, hiding around pillars and corners of the hallway, or camping out on the large tree right outside of Ursa’s chambers. At dinner time, the princess would sneak glances at Ur
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