Post by Pyotr Alekseevich on Feb 1, 2015 19:20:53 GMT
Lines of men armed with muskets marched towards each other, drums rattled out regimental tunes and banners flapped in the air. Officers on great steed galloped along the lines, shouting out orders and instructions, encouraging their men to great acts of valour.
The two armies came face to face, a thick mass of red coated soldiers stood opposite the orderly lines of brave Russian soldiers in their dark green jackets. Muskets were taken from shoulders and raised towards the enemy. Sabres were drawn from scabbards and held in ready hands. Cannon were rolled forward and their charges primed...
Suddenly the mass of red coated soldiers were swept away! By... a giant hand?
Sophia looked on as her 15 year old half-brother smashed the little red soldiers into the carpets “Pyotr! What are you doing?! Don't break your toys!”
“But sister they are the enemy. Our brave Russians have destroyed them without the loss of a single man! I had to leave my real toy soldiers in Preobrazhenskoye, they don't mind being knocked around.” Pyotr frowned at his older sister.
“Why don't you go and play with your brother? He is your superior and you would do well to learn from him.”
“Fine.” Pyotr left his toys on the floor and stomped off to see his older brother.
Pyotr walked into the adjoining room, Ivan was busy fogging a window. The 19 year old Ivan was so physically infirm that he could barely walk, let alone offer anything interesting to Pyotr. Nor could Ivan really educate Pyotr in any way, Ivan was not a halfwit, but even at 15 Pyotr knew Ivan was his lesser in every sense. But Pyotr could never bring himself to hate Ivan, he never wanted to be Tsar and was little more than a pawn of Sophia's.
“Hello brother!” Pyotr jogged into the room and touched his brothers arm to let him know he was there.
“Pyotr? What are you doing? I thought you were busy playing soldiers, did our brave boys beat the enemy?” Ivan turned from the window and looked to his more energetic younger brother.
“We were routing the enemy, but Sophia told me off and sent me to see you.” Pyotr didn't try and disguise his feelings about his older sister.
“Ah brother, she doesn't understand the joy of victory like we men do! But she means well for us, I think. You should listen to her, she really does care for you.” Ivan covered his mouth as a coughing fit began and a servant took him to a sofa whilst Pyotr was ushered out of the room.
Pyotr ran out to the palace gardens, he knew Ivan cared deeply for Sophia, but Sophia wanted nothing but to further her own power. Pyotr hated and distrusted her with some intensity. He could still remember how she had stormed their fathers funeral and caused such horrific bloodshed within his family. He would have his revenge some day, when he grew older he would have her executed! Her and that weasel of a man Vasily Galitzinee. Pyotr would never forgive them.
The two armies came face to face, a thick mass of red coated soldiers stood opposite the orderly lines of brave Russian soldiers in their dark green jackets. Muskets were taken from shoulders and raised towards the enemy. Sabres were drawn from scabbards and held in ready hands. Cannon were rolled forward and their charges primed...
Suddenly the mass of red coated soldiers were swept away! By... a giant hand?
Sophia looked on as her 15 year old half-brother smashed the little red soldiers into the carpets “Pyotr! What are you doing?! Don't break your toys!”
“But sister they are the enemy. Our brave Russians have destroyed them without the loss of a single man! I had to leave my real toy soldiers in Preobrazhenskoye, they don't mind being knocked around.” Pyotr frowned at his older sister.
“Why don't you go and play with your brother? He is your superior and you would do well to learn from him.”
“Fine.” Pyotr left his toys on the floor and stomped off to see his older brother.
Pyotr walked into the adjoining room, Ivan was busy fogging a window. The 19 year old Ivan was so physically infirm that he could barely walk, let alone offer anything interesting to Pyotr. Nor could Ivan really educate Pyotr in any way, Ivan was not a halfwit, but even at 15 Pyotr knew Ivan was his lesser in every sense. But Pyotr could never bring himself to hate Ivan, he never wanted to be Tsar and was little more than a pawn of Sophia's.
“Hello brother!” Pyotr jogged into the room and touched his brothers arm to let him know he was there.
“Pyotr? What are you doing? I thought you were busy playing soldiers, did our brave boys beat the enemy?” Ivan turned from the window and looked to his more energetic younger brother.
“We were routing the enemy, but Sophia told me off and sent me to see you.” Pyotr didn't try and disguise his feelings about his older sister.
“Ah brother, she doesn't understand the joy of victory like we men do! But she means well for us, I think. You should listen to her, she really does care for you.” Ivan covered his mouth as a coughing fit began and a servant took him to a sofa whilst Pyotr was ushered out of the room.
Pyotr ran out to the palace gardens, he knew Ivan cared deeply for Sophia, but Sophia wanted nothing but to further her own power. Pyotr hated and distrusted her with some intensity. He could still remember how she had stormed their fathers funeral and caused such horrific bloodshed within his family. He would have his revenge some day, when he grew older he would have her executed! Her and that weasel of a man Vasily Galitzinee. Pyotr would never forgive them.