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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

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THE QUEEN

Queen Marie Carolina just arrived in the Valterri Villa.

His son Duke Eadric Valterri had been mourning the loss of his daughter for decades now.

She always likes to give him surprise visits now and then.

His son may be hardheaded but he doesn't fail her with his obligations as the Duke of Finland.

He has the kindest heart, who is always in the front line of humanitarian works and with keen eyes on the development of innovative technology for our beloved country.

But his heart died along with his daughter, our little Princess Lucia.

And it's breaking me apart.

I have attempted to convince him to remarry and even set up Royal intermarriage with my niece Princess Amalia of Parma but he declined.

I am now looking out my window, my son is walking out from the villa with Edvard and his guards.

Where are they going? The Privvy Secretary just called me up that his week schedule was all canceled.