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She could not say why she was skittish, so unwilling to be seen. Tatiana had lived within the<br />
Winter Palace for the entirety of the time she had been married to Filip and had as much right to come<br />
and go through these halls as anyone. The size and location of their private quarters was the result of<br />
a single day, years ago, when Filip had taken a bullet in the side during some street fracas and thus<br />
immediately risen in the tsar’s estimation. It took a man like Filip, bold and broad and very nearly<br />
fearless, to earn a full apartment in a wing not far from the imperial family’s, to earn his wife a<br />
position, even a lesser one, in the tsarina’s court of ladies.<br />
Her feet followed the familiar path, turning corners and navigating the great rooms at the end of<br />
each hall without thought, moving up and down staircases without the effort of the movement striking<br />
her consciousness. The Winter Palace was grand only in appearance, pleasing to the eye with little<br />
regard for the rest of the senses. In fact, as homes went, it was not even comfortable. It contained<br />
antiquated plumbing, unpredictable lighting, primitive heating, and utterly ineffective ventilation,<br />
resulting in the sort of daily inconveniences that would have been unthinkable in a European palace<br />
and making it the least popular of the tsar’s three residences.<br />
The significance of the place lay largely in the fact that its sheer size allowed it to function as a<br />
contained city. In one direction, the Palace took up a huge expanse of shoreline along the Neva River,<br />
with several pavilions leading down to individual docks, and on the other side it stretched the<br />
equivalent of three city blocks. In the high season, somewhere between six and seven thousand<br />
people lived within its walls, more than the entire population of the town where Tatiana had been<br />
born. This was not the high season. As its name so obligingly indicated, the Winter Palace was the<br />
tsar’s primary residence in the winter and the majority of the aristocracy, along with their staffs, spent<br />
summers in their country homes or villas by the sea. In this particular summer the season was being<br />
delayed until the conclusion of the Tchaikovsky ball.<br />
The Winter Palace was not only the size of a city but was laid out like one as well, much in the<br />
manner of the old fortress towns - or an egg, should one pause to think of it - with layers of protection<br />
radiating out from a vital hub. The yoke of this particular egg was the lavish chambers occupied by<br />
the tsar, tsarina, and their five children. Tatiana had never personally visited these quarters, but if<br />
rumor was correct, the rooms there were awe-inspiring upon first glance but in reality just as<br />
unsatisfactory when it came to matters of lighting and plumbing as the rest. The next layer contained<br />
the extended family members of Alexander and his Danish-born wife - the minor royals, one might<br />
say. Then came the halls where Tatiana and Filip lived. They belonged to the segment of the staff that<br />
was considered elite, those who resided in the nether world between privilege and service.<br />
Governesses, doctors, dancing masters, portrait artists, jewelers and dressmakers, musical directors,