Jennifer Davis
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Four hours later, Alexander left the Command Ops and returned back to the Winter Palace to fulfill his promise to Sophie. In those two hours, Alexander oversaw the rescue operation being planned by Kutnetzov himself. They'll execute the operation at nine o'clock, in St. Petersburg time, or six o'clock in London time. Thinking that they can handle pretty much everything, he left the work to them. Alexander was never a person who plan and strategize for an upcoming battle. What he's good at is developing…-
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It was three twenty in the morning in St. Petersburg. Underneath the Command Ops is the brain of the Ruthenia Empire. Alexander arrived at the Command Ops and everyone present greeted their emperor according to their job. If they are military personnel, they perform a salute, if a civilian staffer, a bow of the head. "As you all were, ladies and gentlemen," Alexander beckoned them to sit and continue what they were doing prior to his arrival. He sat on his respective chair and glanced around the…
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Three a.m. in the morning, in St. Petersburg time. Alexander was snoring loudly in his sleep. His right arm is placed over Anya, who was sleeping soundly with her thumb sucked on her mouth. Sophie smiled at the adorable sight before, staring at them for a minute to etch it on her mind. Sophie usually wakes up at three or four in the morning. It was a sleeping habit that she can't easily change. Whenever she woke up earlier than Alexander, sometimes she would stroke his hair and caressed it gently so as…
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Apostol tended the gun wound of the young Britannian soldier and the rest of the special forces left as they headed deeper into the dungeon. Just like how they have been since insertion, Rolan was on the lead while the special forces behind him kept their heads and guns on a swivel, scanning the surroundings with their trained eye and a fully loaded rifle. A muzzle flashed from the end of the hallway, and Rolan jerked to the side, his back against the wall. Igor returned fire with a flick of a finger on…
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The night provided a good cover for the Ruthenian soldiers walking down the dark alley. Equipped with the latest weapons and gadgets, they made them look terrifyingly professional. Rolan was on the lead, while the rest kept their heads on the swivel, covering every blind spot. They went on walking for about five minutes until Rolan raised a fist, signaling them to stop. Rolan crouched slowly so as to not make any sound. He scanned the scenery before him. A convoy of military vehicles was driving down…
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April 9, 1929. In the Burnyi Class Destroyer. After a conclusive communication from the Central Command, Rolan went to a special briefing room designed specifically for Navy Special Forces. Upon arriving there, Rolan saw five men suiting up their combat uniforms. They paused as they looked at him who just entered the room. "Sir Rolan?" One of the Special Forces said. "I'm Donovan and this is my team. Igor, Ivan, Anton, and Apostol." The moment their names got called, they raised their hands in…
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It's been two days since Sevastian was detained in the holding cell of the Command Ops. As Alexander watched the progress of the military going stale, he stood up and placed a shoulder on Sergei's shoulder. "I'm feeling sleepy. If anything happens and you believe you have the answer but still require my permission, don't bother calling and just do it," Alexander advised as he started walking out of the Command Ops. His hands are on his neck, rubbing it gently to remove the stiffness left behind from…
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Anne's eyes opened slowly and the bright light that seeped into a room unknown to her was almost too much for her already bleary and tired eyes to handle. She groaned as she turned over to look around the surroundings and found herself in a room full of white. She tried to rub her eyes to get a clear view but she couldn't. Confused, she looked down and saw her wrist cuffed to a white table. The memories of the recent events flooded her mind and there, she learned that a Ruthenian operative by the name of…
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So he did. Sevastian decided to apply for a job as an advisor to the Emperor. He has the capabilities to do so and this would offer him an opportunity to know more about the mysterious change of the emperor. But before attempting to do so, he knew to himself that it would be rude if he just applied outright. In the days of uncertainty for the Royal Family, Sevastian was observing, behind the scenes. Fortunately, there was a chance at the time of Alexander's coronation ceremony and he attended it. It was…
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This was a story of a certain man in the Ruthenia Empire. A man who has devoted his love to his country only to see it grow worse and worse under the management of the reigning royal family. An emperor whose ideology is stuck in the past, hell-bent on keeping all the power to himself, and an heir who doesn't even want to become an emperor and lives in self-indulgence. Those were the old times. Prince Sevastian Alexandrovich of Ruthenia had been watching for years, watching as the people demanded basic…
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