I laughed to myself at my Ivan's disbelief. I laughed at the world for underestimating me. They all thought I was a simple Sicilian girl, another thought I laugh at. I had felled the mighty country of Russia, and from there, I would take the world. Ivan and I would command the empire, our children keep order. And everyone else...they would either submit, or be crushed under my iron fist without mercy. I had taken the Russian Federation from the inside out, melting his cold heart with my fiery antics. It was a happy 'marriage' for years, and we lived in relative peace with other nations. But I knew we both wanted more. I was just more willing to kill for it. Ivan had played his hand of hearts and diamonds, now I would play my hand of spades and clubs. Don't get me wrong, I still loved the man to death, I was just more determined.
To be the only person to ever take control of this vast land, I would have to make some changes in order for my plan to work. First, change the system of government back to a monarchy. I liked being a Tzarina more than a president. A bit more my style. Secondly, triple, maybe even quadruple the military might. That includes weapons, artillery, manpower, espionage, etc. And thirdly, make sure no one can question my decisions within the country. No matter what.
As I ponder my thoughts, Ivan holds me with a cold twinge to his fingertips. He seems to be thinking too. "So, Tzar Ivan, what do you think we should do first?" I asked my husband.
He flinches and looks into my eyes, "Darling. You're crazy. And I love it."
In that moment, I found my identity.
I am Romana Braginski. And I will rule the world.