The soft melody had emitted from a small jewelry box, adorned with beautiful shades of green and gold. Inside the small box, there was a small figurine of a of a Russian czar and a beautiful queen. Their arms were locked together, and they slowly spun around, as if they were dancing. They were gracefully spinning to the tune of the jewelry box’s music.
”Your Highness,” a palace guard had informed the Dowager Empress Marie. “It’s time to leave now.”
Empress Marie then gently closed the jewelry box and placed it inside an ornate wooden box. She was then dutifully escorted from her palace by two palace guards as she stepped inside a horse-drawn carriage. A carriage driver then took hold of the reins as the carriage left the palace, and onward to St. Petersburg.
The year was 1916.
There had once been a time, not too long ago, when the royal family of Russia lived in a magical world of elegant palaces and such extra