Prologue: Vladimer's Troubles
Vladimer woke up in the middle of the night. Sort of. The point was, he really didn't sleep at all since his mother's tragic death earlier in the year. Here he was, the Lord of Rostov, heir to the Prince Vsevolod Rurikovich of Pereyaslavl, beginnning to shed tears in the middle os the cold russian night. He tried to stop thinking of her, tried thinking of the christmas celebration early today, the pride in his father's eyes when he was granted a title. But all he could think of was his mother. He was pathetic, he thought to himself. It seeemed like his life was falling apart. His sister was gone, his father distant, his mother dead, and now the hardships of managing his land. He eventually convinced himself to stay calm, got up, sighed, then went back to sleep.
Vladimer woke up in the middle of the night. Sort of. The point was, he really didn't sleep at all since his mother's tragic death earlier in the year. Here he was, the Lord of Rostov, heir to the Prince Vsevolod Rurikovich of Pereyaslavl, beginnning to shed tears in the middle os the cold russian night. He tried to stop thinking of her, tried thinking of the christmas celebration early today, the pride in his father's eyes when he was granted a title. But all he could think of was his mother. He was pathetic, he thought to himself. It seeemed like his life was falling apart. His sister was gone, his father distant, his mother dead, and now the hardships of managing his land. He eventually convinced himself to stay calm, got up, sighed, then went back to sleep.