Okay I will be honest, I have been an Anastasia fan since the movie came out. EPIC! This is just the first real idea I have ever had about writing a fanfic for it. Hope you guys approve.
Chapter One
"Anya Michovniah," I said, to the man who was signing our exit visas, legal this time.
"And?" he turned to Dimitri.
"Dimitri Michovniah," he said, taking my hand.
"And where are you headed and why?"
"We are going to Paris to see family," I said, smiling sweetly as I could. He snorted and stamped our visas and handed us our tickets to board the train. We made our way to the boarding platform and then to our comfortable car. I sprawled in one seat, happy that this time we would most likely get to Paris in calm, safe, timely manner. I picked up Pooka and let Dimitri have his own seat. He smiled at me as our little dog fell asleep in my lap.
"So have you and Pooka gotten over your differences?" I asked, smiling at him. Pooka gave a light growl causing laughter to bubble up in my throat.
"Well, we are getting better," Dimitri said. I smirked at his sarcastic scowl. I hugged Pooka close and looked up at Dimitri again.
"Are you looking forward to seeing Vlad again?"
"Yeah. And I know you are looking forward to seeing your Grandmamma."
"But of course," I said tracing the flower necklace around my throat.
"So, Princess, does this bring back any memories?"
"More than I want to have," I admitted watching the cold winter of Russia pass by. I was this countries last princess, Princess Anastasia Nicholiavna Romanov, and no one was the wiser except my husband, Dimitri Michovniah, the former kitchen boy from our palace whom had saved me and my grandmother and me and reunited us unknowingly, Vladimir Vosinavich, a former member of the Imperial Court, who helped Dimitri teach me all the deportment that I had missed growing up a penniless orphan, Sophie Smernovia, my grandmother's first cousin and lady-in-waiting, and, of course, Grandmamma. All of France might have known if I had stayed for the ball but Rasputin had prevented that from happening.
I lay down and curled around Pooka, falling asleep. Dimitri leaned over and kissed my forehead.
"I love you, my Princess Anastasia," he whispered. I smiled.
"I love my kitchen-boy, too," I murmured, knowing that, while he was somewhat disturbed about that, he knew that it was a joke. He smirked and kissed me softly again just before I fell asleep.
Okay so here is the first chapter. I started it on a free write. I hope you like it. 3 You guys who send lovely reviews.