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THE LAST HEIRESS OF OBLONSKY, BEATRIX

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you... I am always with you til the end of time. You have no choice, we are both destined. Oh loving sun and dreamy moon, Grace us the light in our path divine, My past self, I thank you! For the wonderful memories... In my troubled present, found peace in you. Beatrix ********************************************** As I closed my journal... I just hear my Nana's footsteps and call out. "My princess, it's dinner time. Don't forget your coat, it's a bit freezing today!." "Yes, coming Nana!." I checked myself in the mirror for the last time, before sharing the table with Nana. The beauty in the mirror speaks of simplicity and elegance. I'm tall at my age of 15, around 183cm, with soft silver wavy hair and emerald green eyes. I'm looking at the reflection of my mother. And before my tears fall. "Beatrix?" A hint of annoyance in Nanas voice. "Yes, sorry Nana." Then, we silently eat our beetroot soup. In the same month, in different year. Our mother gather all of us, her children, near the fireplace hearth, made of granite and marble stone. My eldest brother Maxim played the piano while my older sister Annika played the flute. While me and my mom, cheerfully singing. Then, our beloved father Dimitri, joined us in our joyfulness. Amidst our liveliness, the commotion outside the House of Oblonsky raised our fears. People shouting with torches and guns. My father Dimitri was stunned. I'm crying in horror. I hugged my father...for the last time. When.... My small voice... bellowed "NO!!!!" "Mama, Papa..." "Maxim, Annika..." 

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THE PARK

Stefan's night was restless.

Sleeping in the couch alone, thinking about the damsel in my room.

That feeling... of her soft porcelain skin in my arms when I caught her before the floor.

And her reaction when she's awake... is priceless!

I truely wanted to smooch her.

But...

I do not want to be advantageous of her vulnerability.

And... I'm still dopey.

We surely have more days together.

And more days to become acquainted with.

I find her very interesting.

And I nod off.

Mikael arrived early in the house.

He woke me up from the couch.

I'm startled.

I slowly get up and brushed my hair with my fingers.

"Younger brother, why in hell! we have a girl visitor in my room without my knowledge?" I said in a calm and controlled voice.

"This is my house and nobody asked my permission?!?" I added.

Mikael flashed a guilty look on his face.

"I'm sorry Stefan... It's just that.. I couldn't..

So, you see Uncle Charles..given me an order to take her from the Port of Anchorage and keep her safe until the investigation on the House of Oblonsky be completed...Uncle Charles thinks that she's an imposter, claiming as the Last Heiress." he explained.

"That's insanity! It's been decades that the House of Oblonsky diminished. How could this be happening? We all know that all of them were killed even the maidservants? "

I exclaimed.

"I will be communicating with Uncle Charles soon. Hence, the investigation is still in progress, we do our best to accommodate her ...the best that we can." I added.

Mikael nodded in response.

I called the house keeper to serve breakfast.

And called Lilian to relay a message to Beatrix to freshen up.

And the latter bow down in respect and followed.

We settled in the dining table and talking.

When...

The shattered vase caught our attention.

My Goodness! that's my precious collected vase from Soufflenheim..

Mikael knows how they are valuable to me than anybody else.

I suppressed my feeling of repugnance.

Then, Mikael approached Beatrix to ushered her in her seat.

We completed our breakfast when Beatrix appeal to have a tour around Seward.

I called Olivia to have the hostler ready two horses for a ride today.

I walked outside in the courtyard where the horses are readied by Peter.

"Your highness! Stygian is ready for you to ride" he cheerfully said.

"Thank you Peter!"

Then... I saw Beatrix approached Winter, feeding and caressing her.

She acts like a genuine royalty.

"She's Winter." I told her while I regard her posture and attire.

She turned around and I asked while looking at her delicate feet.

"Aren't you not changing your footwear?"

"No, I don't mind wearing my sandals" Beatrix answered.

And I asked her again "Aren't you not cold? Please wear something"...his eyes surveyed my outfit...then continued .."WARM".

Then she said...

"I'm sorry...just give me a minute!".

And she run back inside the house.

While waiting for her... I called out Olivia to ready our camping bag and lunch boxes.

Then Peter approached me and asked "Do you want to feed Stygian.. Your Highness?"

I nodded.

While feeding my horse and caressing him.

I heard footsteps coming from my back.

I turned around and see her standing in the courtyard.

She looks like Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty.

"You look stunning My Lady! Are you ready?" I asked teasingly.

"Yes, I am.. Your Highness! " she bow down.

I approached her and whispered in her ears "You don't have to bow down..My Lady! Next time you do that...you will be in my bed." Then I took her right hand and kissed it as respect.

I smiled flirtatiously while looking at her red face.

"I love seeing you blushing..My Lady!" I added.

She grabbed her hands and advanced, approaching Winter.

Peter helped her cinching up and settled.

She graciously steadied herself on top of the mare.

I put up the camping bag and our lunch boxes in the inside the saddle bags and quickly ride into my horse and slowly moving ahead.

While she followed through.

We started our journey.

Then, I stopped..prompted her to halt.

"My Lady! we are very lucky to have beautiful weather today. It's perfect for a hike." I exclaimed.

" Your highness, we have our horses with us. Why are we hiking? she annoyingly said.

"Ah yes My Lady..indeed! You will see later" I flashed my teasing grin.

It would be a great joy to have more time with her in the wilderness.

I gently put inward pressure or a foot cue to Stygian to increase his speed.

And Beatrix followed.

How did she managed to learn horse back riding? I'm impressed!

We arrived at the entrance of Exit Glacier in Kenai Fjords National Park.

A few houses of natives are inside the rainforest.

The rainforest is composed of Setka Spruce and Mountain Hemlock.

Mikael and I, used to hike the trail for 6-8 hours.

Starting from the valley floor, up to the top of the trail.

Thus, we need to leave our horses due to the difficult trails ahead.

I have decided to meet Oscar, a long time friend and a native.

I stopped in front of his house and so as Beatrix.

She's a little bit confused.