I loved the way you interpreted the idea
But what I had in mind was more of the reader being a tsaritsa from a time of Imperial Russia on Earth and an ambush happens during a negotiation between Russia and another country's allegiance where ✨isekai✨ happens.
Now the Tsaritsa of Russia is met with a platoon of fatui soldiers where she was questioned for disrupting fatui-authorized territory but she was more interested about her troops.
They were in question about her authority for her to have "troops" and then they were by a report that several people were rampaging against groups of fatui, they investigated to see most of the soldiers in the platoon down and the intruders aiming their weapons at them.
The questioned was brought up and asked if those were the troops she was looking for and the moment the attackers saw her they were on one knee and called her "Imperial Majesty Tsaritsa" and asked for her orders.
From that point on she was reported to the Snezhnayan Tsaritsa... I'm dead here
WAA IM SORRYRYRYRY 🪷 ANONNNN man im dumb
here you go! i think i got it right this time??
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"Where am I? Where is..." you glanced around at the snowy terrain, a familiar sight, yet still otherworldly. "Everyone? Everything?"
You didn't expect one in the first place, but it's still eerily silent. The only thing that you can hear is the whistling of the wind and the dry rustle of the snowy tree branches.
It all happened so fast... your head hurt trying to remember what had happened. You, the glorified Tsaritsa of imperial Russia was in a meeting with another allied nation and then... everything just went dark, and you awoke in this wasteland, alone, and confused.
You hear a sudden bustle of noise somewhere, a couple hundred feet away, to your left, and you immediately whip around and quietly head toward the commotion, taking care to not be seen by any unwanted pairs of eyes. Peering out from over the overgrown underbrush, you spot a platoon of soldiers gathered about a campfire and discussing matters in hushed tones. You can't recognize the insignias on their uniforms - which is startling. Since you were a child, the symbols and marks of all the nations in the entire world were branded into your mind so that you would never forget. Yet, here you were, staring at the insignia with utter, complete confusion. It resembled your own country's, but only distantly.
You're too far away to clearly hear, but you're able to catch some snippets of conversation. They seem to be talking about a Tsaritsa themself, except you don't recognize any of them, and they certainly don't seem to be talking about you. As you take a step back, trying to find a more suitable hiding spot, the back of your foot hits a pebble and sends it rolling.
You pray that they don't hear it, but it's already too late. They've been trained well, and they immediately whip toward you, seeing you crouched awkwardly. Almost instantaneously they have you surrounded at all sides, pointing a variety of glowing weapons toward you that crackle and spark with elemental energy.
"A... civilian?" A deep voice speaks, coming from the man in front with a large violet hammer that glows ominously. "What are you doing here?"
"Ah... I'm lost. Do you happen to know where this is? And have you seen any of my troops?" You sheepishly stand up, slowly, with your hands raised.
"This is Shneznaya. You don't need to know any more information than that. What are you doing disrupting Fatui-authorized territory? And, troops? What sort of authority do you have??" The questions don't seem to stop as he glares down at you from his impressive height, eyes filled with suspicion.
"Well... I have an army... and like I said... I'm lost..." You didn't exactly know to explain it to them, as they wouldn't even believe the truth if you said it to them.
"Boss! There's trouble!" Everyone pauses and turns around as you spot a huffing man, running your way frantically with large eyes. "The people are rampaging against the forces in the city outskirts! I-" the man pauses for a quick breath, sweat pouring down his face. "I barely managed to escape. We need reinforcements, backup, artillery, anything!"
There's a short moment of silence and shock, before the troops are spurred into action, packing up the tents and grabbing weapons that were previously unsheathed. They bring you along too, partly because they are still doubting your trustworthiness and also because you are quite interested in this yourself.
As the group reached the outskirts, traveling as fast as they possibly could, a chilling sight greeted them. Their comrades' still figures lay on the ground, some piled atop another, with the cloaked perpetrators standing over them menacingly, weapons unsheathed and glittering with blood in the grey-ish sunlight.
The moment you near, they immediately whip around, facing their weapons toward the group, causing them to freeze in their tracks.
"Are... these... by any chance, the troops y-you were looking for?" A cold sweat glistens on his face as the electro hammer vangaurd turns to you slightly, eyes blown.
There's a chance he might be right, so you lean over to take a look, and sure enough, it is them. Your people. Your bodyguards and your own platoon of dedicated soldiers. Immediately, you brighten, before stepping forward, hands clearly raised to see that you mean no ill intent. They train their shots your direction, but as soon as they see your face, they stop.
"Your Imperial Majesty, the Tsaritsa." They bow down low, heads hung as they kneel on one knee, practically kissing the ground. "Blessings to the Empire."
"We apologize for not recognizing sooner. You may punish us as you see fit. If I may, why is Your Majesty with these people?"
"They are... they are the people who led me here." Turning around to glance back at the stunned Fatui, as they called themselves, you smiled. "Is this enough proof for you?"
"H-How could that be...!"
"Another Tsaritsa??" They start speaking in hushed tones, whispering frantically among themselves.
Your troops surround you, weapons sheathed but hands still gripping them cautiously and ready for any sign of danger. The leader, the one that you have deemed worthy of your trust, turns to you and whispers into your ear, "Do you know how we got here? Were you able to figure anything out?" The rest of the group watches with hopeful eyes, but you can only shake your head.
"I'm afraid we might be stuck here for quite a while."
"E-Excuse me... T-Tsaritsa... If I may, what nation do you rule over?" Another Fatui member, this time a large-bodied gunner dressed in blues and whites, speaks up.
It's just as I thought. It seems we've been transported to another world entirely.
"You needn't concern yourself with that. Now, I understand you must have orders to abide to?"
He shuffles about nervously, matching the demeanor of the entire platoon standing before you. "Yes... You'll have to come with us. The Tsaritsa - Our Tsaritsa, will want to talk to you."
"Then lead the way. Let's see what sort of predicament I've gotten myself into this time."