AN: I want to tell you that this story does not follow historical accuracy so think of it as an alternate reality. You could really place it anywhere at any time period. Sorry for those who like historically factual stories but this isn't one of them. This is actually my first fic for this movie so I hope you enjoy.

Daughters

Prologue

Three years had passed since Anya had realized herself the lost princess and she had eloped with Dimitri. Three full years and now they had something else to celebrate, the birth of twin girls. They had been living an honest life for these three years despite having to work hard for what they wanted. Of course Marie had tried to provide for them but Anya liked the hard work and she had encouraged Dimitri to follow his passion as well.

Aside from doing woodwork, Dimitri had become a published author with his tales of his memories of Anya being his top seller. Anya in turn had set her sights onto music and sometimes helped Dimitri with his own work. Anya had been helping him out until about eight months ago when it was discovered that she was pregnant and he had encouraged her to take it easy. In return for following his advice, Anya had asked that the babies been born in Paris where they had a support system. Dimitri had quickly agreed.

So, right now their lives had changed forever because nestled under a blanket were two twin girls, daughters. Anya watched as the midwife left the room and looked to her grandmother with a smile, the older woman had lived for longer than she had expected and said that the reason for the rejuvenation was the return of her granddaughter.

"Is it okay to come in?" Dimitri asked as he rushed in anyway, he smiled to Anya and then his eyes darted to the two young girls, his daughters. He grinned as he made his way over to them. "I can't believe how beautiful they are," he was starting to say but paused as he looked at them. One of them had slightly blue skin and a black birthmark on her head whilst the other had pure white skin and a few strands of hair similar to Anya's.

"Dimitri?" Anya asked as she sat up in the bed, her eyes holding onto her husband as he gently touched his daughter. "Is something - what's wrong?" she asked and Dimitri stayed staring at the two little girls. It felt as if he was already giving up hope on one of the girls.

"Is there a doctor…or the midwife, call the midwife back in," he said quickly as a few tears filled his eyes. He wanted to save her. These were his children and he didn't want to lose one of them less than an hour after they were born.

"Dimitri?" Anya asked, her fear growing as she saw his shoulders sag and his back drop. "What is it?" she asked and Dimitri slowly picked the little girl up in his arms. He tucked the other girl in before sitting next to Anya who looked at her daughter in fear. "She's not going to - can somebody help!?" she called out and the midwife rushed in, she took the girl from Dimitri's arms.

"It's just a birthmark," she said and Dimitri stood up, his heart catching in his chest.

"It's more than a birthmark," he argued, "the color of her skin, she needs help or medicine or something just….tell me what I can do or if there's anything that I can get for her."

"She seems healthy to me," the woman said and Dimitri hung his head, the anxiety running through it. Why wasn't she able to see that this girl – his daughter – was going to die. He didn't want to admit it but maybe it was hopeless, maybe all she'd become is a memory. Why wasn't anyone willing to help them?

End of Prologue

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