Alex Richards
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Here's my attempt at a WWI TL, I've got to mid-1918 writing already, so this will be able to go on for a while at least. Comments welcome. The PoD is to allow for the necessary changes prior to the story opening.
Prologue
January 21st 1917, Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Selo
Tsar Nicholas II, Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias, entered the Palace’s Reception Room, and was surprised to find Mikhail Rodzyanko, Chairman of the State Duma of the Russian Empire, standing there and looking rather sympathetic.
‘What are you doing here?’ asked the Tsar, ‘there isn’t bad news from the front is there?’
‘I’m afraid that this isn’t about the war.’ came the reply, ‘Your Majesty, the Duma is fed up with your behaviour and attitude with regards to their powers. We have decided that it is in the best interest of the people that you cease to hold the reins of power.’
‘You mean...’
‘Yes, the Duma is requesting that you abdicate, and would prefer for you to leave the country, the necessary arrangements have already been made.’
‘And if I refuse?’
‘I’m afraid this isn’t the kind of request that you can refuse. We shall expect a reply within the week. Goodbye Your Majesty.’
After Rodzyanko had left, Nicholas could be heard muttering ‘Abdicate, but why, how did this happen?’
Chapter 1-Kings, Tsars and Parliament
February 12th 1917, Buckingham Palace, London.
His Royal Highness George V, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the British Dominions beyond the seas, King, Defender of the Faith, Emperor of India, sat and sipped his Earl Grey tea from the fine China cup that was used in the private breakfast room, while looking out the window over the Palace gardens, and the city beyond. Presently, a servant knocked on the door.
‘Enter’
‘You’re Majesty, a letter from His Imperial Majesty, The Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias arrived this morning.’
‘Ah, place it on the table’
After the servant left, George V carefully examined the envelope, made of a rich, cream paper, and the handwriting upon it. As well as the stamp bearing his cousin’s visage, the envelope bore the seal of the Emperor of Russia impressed into wax on the rear, though of course the seal had been re-stuck using wax after the searching of the envelope for potential threats. The double-headed eagle stared at him, mutely, offering no clue as to what was inside.
He broke the seal, opened the envelope and extracted the letter inside; it was dated from the 22nd of January.
My dearest George
I am most deeply stressed to inform you that the peasants are revolting. Bolsheviks and communists roam the streets seeking my abdication, and I fear that in order to preserve the life of myself and my family I shall have to do so. I fear for my life, and for the safety of my children.
I do hereby ask you to grant myself and my family a place of residence in Britain until such time as it is safe for me to return to Russia. I am asking you this, not as Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias, but as your dear and honest cousin. And I ask you to quick, for I fear that to remain in Russia is to court death.
Until we meet again,
Nicky
(We Nicholas the Second by the Grace of God Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias, of Moscow, Kiev, Vladimir, Novgorod, Tsar of Kazan, Tsar of Astrakhan, King of Poland, Tsar of Siberia, Tsar of the Tauric Chersonesos, Tsar of Georgia, Lord of Pskov, and Grand Duke of Smolensk, Lithuania, Volhynia, Podolia and Finland, Prince of Estonia, Livonia, Courland and Semegalia, Samogatia, Belotosk, Karelia, of Tver, Yugra, Perm, Viyatka, Bulgaria and other territories; Lord and Gran Duke of Nizhny Novgorod, Chernigov; Sovereign of Ryazan, Polotsk, Rostov, Yaroslavl, Beloozero, Udoria, Obdoria, Kondia, Vitebsk, Mstislav and of all the Northern Territories; Sovereign of Iveria, Kartalinia, and the Kabardinian lands and Armenian Territories; Hereditary Lord and ruler of the Cherkass and Mountain Princes and others; Lord of Turkestan, Heir of Norway, Duke of Schleswig-Holstein, Stormarn Dithmarschen, Oldenburg and so forth, and so forth, and so forth.)
Putting down the letter, his majesty frowned, looked out the window and began to search for the answers. How could he allow the Tsar into the country? He could face a communist revolution himself. And what if Willy or Karl should seek asylum in Britain? Britain couldn’t be a country full of aristocrats and disposed royals, the people wouldn’t like it. On the other hand, Nicky was family. Russia was fighting on the side of Britain in the war. And Nicky’s letter certainly seemed to suggest that he might be in serious danger if he stayed in Russia.
But where could he stay. Certainly not the centre of London. The East End was already complaining about the disparity of wealth without adding wealthy foreign aristocrats to the area. But what about Kew? It’s empty, and small enough that it wouldn’t be seen as overly extravagant. Of course some modernisation would have to take place. But if Nicky brought some of the Imperial collection with him, that would help sweeten the deal. Yes Kew would be ideal. He would put the idea to Parliament tomorrow, and maybe he could persuade them to accede.
A Kings Choice
An alternate timeline with a POD in Late 1916
Prologue
January 21st 1917, Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Selo
Tsar Nicholas II, Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias, entered the Palace’s Reception Room, and was surprised to find Mikhail Rodzyanko, Chairman of the State Duma of the Russian Empire, standing there and looking rather sympathetic.
‘What are you doing here?’ asked the Tsar, ‘there isn’t bad news from the front is there?’
‘I’m afraid that this isn’t about the war.’ came the reply, ‘Your Majesty, the Duma is fed up with your behaviour and attitude with regards to their powers. We have decided that it is in the best interest of the people that you cease to hold the reins of power.’
‘You mean...’
‘Yes, the Duma is requesting that you abdicate, and would prefer for you to leave the country, the necessary arrangements have already been made.’
‘And if I refuse?’
‘I’m afraid this isn’t the kind of request that you can refuse. We shall expect a reply within the week. Goodbye Your Majesty.’
After Rodzyanko had left, Nicholas could be heard muttering ‘Abdicate, but why, how did this happen?’
Chapter 1-Kings, Tsars and Parliament
February 12th 1917, Buckingham Palace, London.
His Royal Highness George V, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the British Dominions beyond the seas, King, Defender of the Faith, Emperor of India, sat and sipped his Earl Grey tea from the fine China cup that was used in the private breakfast room, while looking out the window over the Palace gardens, and the city beyond. Presently, a servant knocked on the door.
‘Enter’
‘You’re Majesty, a letter from His Imperial Majesty, The Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias arrived this morning.’
‘Ah, place it on the table’
After the servant left, George V carefully examined the envelope, made of a rich, cream paper, and the handwriting upon it. As well as the stamp bearing his cousin’s visage, the envelope bore the seal of the Emperor of Russia impressed into wax on the rear, though of course the seal had been re-stuck using wax after the searching of the envelope for potential threats. The double-headed eagle stared at him, mutely, offering no clue as to what was inside.
He broke the seal, opened the envelope and extracted the letter inside; it was dated from the 22nd of January.
My dearest George
I am most deeply stressed to inform you that the peasants are revolting. Bolsheviks and communists roam the streets seeking my abdication, and I fear that in order to preserve the life of myself and my family I shall have to do so. I fear for my life, and for the safety of my children.
I do hereby ask you to grant myself and my family a place of residence in Britain until such time as it is safe for me to return to Russia. I am asking you this, not as Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias, but as your dear and honest cousin. And I ask you to quick, for I fear that to remain in Russia is to court death.
Until we meet again,
Nicky
(We Nicholas the Second by the Grace of God Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias, of Moscow, Kiev, Vladimir, Novgorod, Tsar of Kazan, Tsar of Astrakhan, King of Poland, Tsar of Siberia, Tsar of the Tauric Chersonesos, Tsar of Georgia, Lord of Pskov, and Grand Duke of Smolensk, Lithuania, Volhynia, Podolia and Finland, Prince of Estonia, Livonia, Courland and Semegalia, Samogatia, Belotosk, Karelia, of Tver, Yugra, Perm, Viyatka, Bulgaria and other territories; Lord and Gran Duke of Nizhny Novgorod, Chernigov; Sovereign of Ryazan, Polotsk, Rostov, Yaroslavl, Beloozero, Udoria, Obdoria, Kondia, Vitebsk, Mstislav and of all the Northern Territories; Sovereign of Iveria, Kartalinia, and the Kabardinian lands and Armenian Territories; Hereditary Lord and ruler of the Cherkass and Mountain Princes and others; Lord of Turkestan, Heir of Norway, Duke of Schleswig-Holstein, Stormarn Dithmarschen, Oldenburg and so forth, and so forth, and so forth.)
Putting down the letter, his majesty frowned, looked out the window and began to search for the answers. How could he allow the Tsar into the country? He could face a communist revolution himself. And what if Willy or Karl should seek asylum in Britain? Britain couldn’t be a country full of aristocrats and disposed royals, the people wouldn’t like it. On the other hand, Nicky was family. Russia was fighting on the side of Britain in the war. And Nicky’s letter certainly seemed to suggest that he might be in serious danger if he stayed in Russia.
But where could he stay. Certainly not the centre of London. The East End was already complaining about the disparity of wealth without adding wealthy foreign aristocrats to the area. But what about Kew? It’s empty, and small enough that it wouldn’t be seen as overly extravagant. Of course some modernisation would have to take place. But if Nicky brought some of the Imperial collection with him, that would help sweeten the deal. Yes Kew would be ideal. He would put the idea to Parliament tomorrow, and maybe he could persuade them to accede.
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