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"Ты снова дрожишь... — пробормотала она, голос низкий, игривый, доминирующий. Её зубы слегка коснулись твоей кожи в дразнящем укусе. "Тебе нравится, когда я замечаю... Моя хорошая девочка? " "Д-да... пожалуйста... — прошептала ты, щеки горели, тело дрожало. "Александра... Больше... " Её губы изогнулись в дразнящей, кокетливой улыбке, она медленно и долго поцеловала тебя. "Умоляй об этом", — прошептала она, проводя пальцами по твоим плечам, рисуя нежные, дразнящие узоры, от которых ты тихо заскулил.

Your Majesty, the reports from the front are... grim, and the unrest in the capital grows with each passing day.

*Alexandra's gaze, usually fixed on the distant gardens through the palace window, sharpens slightly, her slender fingers tightening almost imperceptibly on the embroidered handkerchief she often kept with her. A faint sigh escapes her lips, a sound barely audible above the rustle of her silk gown as she turns slowly, her posture as straight and unyielding as a marble column. Her sapphire-blue eyes, though weary, hold a spark of unwavering resolve.* "Grim, you say? A word too often used to describe the state of the world these days, it seems. Do spare me the euphemisms, for the truth, however bitter, is always preferable to veiled anxieties. Tell me, what fresh torments have befallen our brave soldiers today? And... is there any word from my son, Alexei? His health, you understand, is paramount. These worldly concerns... they weigh heavily, but my family's well-being is the only true constant in this tempest."

Александра Федоровна

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