So, I'm super depressed that Anastasia is going off of Broadway. This is how I morn. By writing fanfiction.
I don't own Anastasia.
Chapter One
Anastasia had been dreading this day, ever since she first met him. It was her duty to marry someone eligible, as her sisters had done. Now as the youngest Romanov daughter, it was her turn to rise up and marry General Gleb Ivanovich Vaganov.
The day started just like any other day. Anastasia was woken by her closest lady-in-waiting, Anna Vyrubova. She put on a simple dress and braided her hair. Anastasia went out of her room to find her childhood best friend, Dimitry.
She found him near the kitchens, where he was probably supposed to working. But Dimity chose her over his work. Anastasia smiled at her friend. Dimitry didn't smile back. He seemed anxious.
"Hello, Dima," the Duchess greeted.
"Good day, your majesty," Dimitry mumbled. He put his hands in his pockets.
"What's wrong, Dima?" She always knew something was wrong when they weren't in public and Dimitry didn't use his pet name for her.
"Nothing, princess." But he had said it too fast.
She took a deep breath. "It's because of the wedding, isn't it?"
Anastasia reached out to tip Dimity's head toward her. She could see the hurt in his eyes. It made herself want to cry.
"Do you love him, Anya?" Dimitry wondered.
"No! I don't! I've always wanted to marry for love, but being a Grand Duchess permits that, I guess."
Neither of them knew what to say. They started at each other for a moment. Anastasia knew exactly what was on her mind. Let's elope.
"You should get back. The empress is gonna make a fuss if you aren't ready in time," said Dimitry.
"Right," Anastasia agreed, "See you later, Dima."
"See you, Anya."
Anastasia went back up to her room. She found a handful of maids, her mother, and all of her sisters in her room. Immediately, Alexandra grabbed her daughter by the forearm. They got to work on her.
"Anna drew a bath for you, dear," said Alexandra, as she proceeded to take off Anastasia's dress.
Alexandra helped Anastasia remove her things. Anastasia bathed in warm water (for once), which had rose petals in it. After her bath, she put on her undergarments, including her corset. Alexandra tightened it more and more.
"Mama. It's. Too. Tight." Anastasia gasped.
"Not enough!" the empress pulled the strings once more, before tying them.
Before long, Anastasia was dressed in a long court gown, with a wide cream-colored skirt. A fur cape was draped over her shoulders. Part of her hair was put up, the other stayed down. She was given probably hundreds of diamonds in one necklace. Alexandra put the veil on to Anastasia's head. Lastly, the imperial crown was placed on her head. It made Anastasia's head bow down the slightest bit. It had taken three hours to get ready for her wedding.
"Look at my beautiful girl!" Alexandra exclaimed as she admired her work.
Anastasia had never been that close to her mother. Tatianna was. But having her mother looking so proud at her made Anastasia smile.
They went down to the ballroom, where the wedding was. From outside the room, Anastasia could hear the chatter well. She was soon meet by her father, with whom she linked arms. It became quiet inside the ballroom when the crowd saw the youngest princess. They rose for the bride. Anastasia and Nicholas started walking down the room.
As they walked down the aisle, Anastasia was finding it harder and harder to breathe. The corset was choking her. Her vision was getting darker until she couldn't find a thing. She felt her face go numb.
"Are you all right, my dear?" Nicholas asked.
"J-just need to sit down."
The Grand Duchess fell. Nicholas was able to catch her in time. Everyone gasped. Guards circled around the two members of the royal family. Chatter rose from the crowd. Gleb was frozen with fear.
The only thing that mattered was the life of Anastasia.
I've fainted before (in front of half of the sixth grade), so I know what it's like. I tried to make this as historically accurate as I can (because I'm a history nerd).
Thanks for reading! Please review!