Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years... Rasputin manages to get closer to her majesty, the economy started to fail a year ago and is not improving. The queen listens to no one but that ‘holy man’.

On February 23 of 1917, I address her majesty to simply address the problem. For my own family has become homeless due to her ignorance.

“My queen I’m aware it’s not my place...but...the people are furious, riots are everywhere!” A sharp sting throbs my cheek, as I slowly realize that I have been slapped.

“It is not your place Vika! You and the rest of the servants have been suggesting that Rasputin is causing all these troubles!”

“But My Queen! I am not saying it is Rasputin!” Even though I am. “Tens of thousands of women are revolting in Petrograd due to famine and the economy! Surely you must understand!” Another slap across the other cheek, tears prick the corners of my eyes.

“That is none of your concern Vika! Do your job or you will be executed.” She strides out of the room, I clench my jaw. The only thing keeping me here anymore is protecting and taking care of the children. I walk away to go take care of prince Alexei.