Um, I kinda rewrote the last scene.. xXDD

He couldn't believe what he was doing. Dimitri reached into his pocket gingerly, going to withdraw some money to pay for his train ticket home. Back to St. Petersburg he would go, the town where his name was already known and his occupation. He sighed.

"Why didn't I just tell her I couldn't take the money?"

He shrugged after discovering that there was nothing he needed within that pocket and turned to the other. Hastily searching it as well.

" Are you kidding me? Even if you did, who says she would forgive you and accept you for what you are… a kitchen boy." Each word etched away at his heart, for all of them were true. A man who had built his life on lies, now was faced with something he never wanted to deal with again. The truth.

"A servant."

He could feel the tears he held back in his eyes thinking about her. The way she looked at him earlier; so distant and cold. Her normally bright blue eyes were glazed over with hate for him, for the lies she had been told.

" A con man."

Dimitri gripped something soft within his palm; he pulled it forth into the light. It was the single pink rose Anya had placed upon his jacket when they had gone strolling down the lively streets of Paris. He watched as it unfolded into his hand, each petal slowly lifted itself upward to become the beautiful rose it once had been. He smiled at it. The rose reminded him of how closed Anya was at first but, with time and trust she slowly allowed him to discover more and more of this amazing woman. As he stood there with the rose within his palm, he knew what he had to do. Dimitri was interrupted by his thoughts as a woman tapped his shoulder.

"Son, you are next." He looked at the lady and smiled before running off. She was a bit shocked but simply smiled back at his retreating figure.

As he walked down the streets of Paris, he began to wonder what he was going to do once he had gotten to the grand ball. What could he possibly say for her to take him back, for her to forgive him of all those lies? Dimitri wondered if he was making a huge mistake.

"What if Anya won't even speak to me? Will I have to get down on my knees and beg for an audience with the Grand Duchess?" he kept thinking these questions over in his mind as he noticed there was a lot of looming fog straight ahead of him. He just then heard a voice that belonged to the one he loved so dear.

"I'm not afraid of you anymore!" Anya exclaimed to Rasputin before her.

"Oh, I can fix that princess. Care for a little swim, under the ice?!" he swung his reliquary over the piece of bridge she was standing on. Dimitri watched in terror as he ran to them. Anya was beginning to slide downward.

"Say your prayers Anastasia!" Rasputin cackled loudly as he watched her cling helplessly to the ever breaking bridge. "No one can save you now!!"

"Wanna bet!?" Dimitri slammed his left hook right into Rasputin's jaw knocking him flat onto the ground. He immediately slid down the cobble stone trying to catch Anastasia's hands. Finally he gripped her palms, pulling her up to where he was.

"Dimitri, if we live through this re-." He cut her off.

"You'll thank me later." He managed to get out as he continued to try pulling her upwards along with him self as the piece began to bend downward more and more.

"How enchanting." Rasputin teased looking down on the two. "Together again, for the last time!" he shot the reliquary powers down to Dimitri forcing him to leave Anya. They shot him up and he landed atop a monstrous stone horse. The creature leapt to life and began to try bucking him off.

"No!" Anya exclaimed as she watched her love hang on for his life as the horse flew down ward. She watched as he was thrown off it and nearly was stomped upon. Far too preoccupied with his situation she didn't even see Rasputin coming to her. "Dimitri!" she cried out trying to warn him.

He glanced over to her only to see the monk heading straight for her. "If he goes for her fingers or something.." he thought. "Watch out!!" he exclaimed as Anya looked up to see Rasputin. He took her by the back of her head pulling Anya upwards to him.

"Do svidanya your highness." He dropped her with a laugh as she clung yet again to the siding. Anastasia had never been so scared, her fingers kept slipping and she could feel her arms beginning to give out on her.

"Finally the last Romanov death. I have awaited this moment so long, after killing your precious family and finally you; thus ending the Romanov blood line FOREVER!!!" he glanced over to Dimitri shortly grinning at him trying to fight the great stone creature. He all of a sudden ceased the beast with his powers and brought Dimitri forth to him. "I want you to watch your precious Anastasia give her final bow to this world." He grabbed him by the scruff of his robes.

"Let her go." He demanded locking eyes with the horrid being.

"It would be my pleasure." Just then as he turned to make her fall with his reliquary they both saw ripples on the waters surface; she had fallen.

"No Anya!!" Dimitri tried to jump forth only to have himself pulled back and flung onto the hard bridge. Rasputin stood before him, menacingly.

"Don't be too sad, you will soon be joining her. Unless the place she went is divided by commoners and royalty as well." He teased staring straight into Dimitri's eyes. "and now little kitchen boy, it's time for you to die." He raised the reliquary high above his head. "Long live the Romanov's!"

"I couldn't have said it better myself!!" Dimitri's head spun to see a rather disgruntled Anya standing before them as Rasputin's jaw dropped. She tackled the evil sorcerer to the ground knocking his beloved relic from his hands. She struggled trying to reach for it as he finally shoved her off of him. She rolled a few times before landing on her stomach.

He got up to use the powerful tool only to have it stolen by Pooka. The little dog rolled it over to it's masters feet. Anya began to stomp on it.

"this is for Dimitri!" she delclaired glancing over at his state. He was lying on the ground not being quite able to move, for Rasputin had placed some kind of bondage on him as to keep the boy still.

"This is for my family!" She stomped yet again with a rather hard force.

"Give it back or I'll tear you to pieces!!" Rasputin declared as he tried for the now almost broken item. Anya slid it back and forth as he tried.

"And, and this is for you! Do svidanya!!" she stomped down with one last and very hard motion, shattering the device. She was knocked backward into a large rock and her world instantly went black. Dimitri ran to her as Rasputin faced his final action. After the remains of him were blown away by a simple breeze, Dimitri moved himself from shielding her body.

She didn't seem to be breathing; her lifeless lips were completely still. She seemed as if she was made out of stone.

"Oh Anya." He breathed touching the side of her face. She still remained still and silent. He gripped her hand lightly before turning away to silently bow his head. Just then he heard a small groan. He saw her stir and rushed forward.

"No! go away Rasputin!" Her hand connected hard with his cheek. After recovering from the initial shock he gripped her arms.

"Anya it's me! Dimitri!" she fully opened her eyes to find a rather watery eyed man. Her eyes darted around.

"Where is he?!"

"Gone, for good. You destroyed his relic thing and that must have been what was keeping him here." He helped her to her feet, just then Anya felt a slight pang of pain on her leg making her fall into Dimitri's arms. She blushed slightly before slowly regaining her composure.

"Wait, I thought you were heading back to St…"

"I was." He answered blankly.

"And you didn't take the.."

"I couldn't." She glanced at him confused. Wasn't the entire point of his goal to get a good look-alike and collect the ten million rubles? She wanted to ask him so many questions and yet only one seemed right in her mind.

"Why?"

"Because, I.." but Anya was already moving her face closer as she rested her hand upon his shoulder. She leaned in, her lips outstretched to meet his. She felt so nervous for she had been waiting oh so long to kiss him. Just then Pooka gave a rather loud bark, forcing them to glance down at him. In his mouth he held Anya's large and rather sparkly tiara.

"Oh yes, silly me. She's a princess, and princesses don't marry kitchen boys." He thought again to himself as he regretfully took the item from the dog's mouth. He bent back upward to face her yet again.

"They're waiting for you." He shoved the crown gently into her hands before looking deeply into her eyes. She looked to the diamond covered object then to him. "I really should be heading out." He paused and gave a short bow. "Your highness."

"Stop it!" he glanced back to her. She threw the tiara a side and walked up to him. "How do you know what I want?!"

"Well, you are the only Czar left for Russia and I'm only a simple con man or servant. Either way you roll the dice it doesn't add up to something good." He glanced down at her. Those big blue eyes of hers just drove him crazy.

"What makes you think I care about being a Czar much less a princess?!" She calmed herself a bit before coming to the next part. "Dimitri, when I started this journey I had aspirations to find a home, love, and family."

"And you have all those things with your Grandmama." He interrupted.

"Yes, I love my grandmother more than anything in the world, but I never wanted to be the princess. I just wanted to know whether I had a place in this world. Not that place be on a throne or as Empress of all Russia, but just to know that I actually had a family who loves or loved me and that's all." She took his hands in her own.

"Anastasia, you are the heir to the Russian throne and I have but no shred of nobility in my blood. Anything that could happen with us is forbidden." He looked deeply into her eyes before she turned away from him.

"Fine if that's what you want than just go! Don't torture me with this game of "perhaps." She held herself with her arms. Anya turned her head downwards to her own two feet. Just then she felt a different pair of arms enclose around her own. She turned around to see Dimitri.

"Why are you still here?" she asked although the answer was clear.

"You are right, I cannot deny my heart any longer." He smiled at her as he bent downward to kiss her lips. Just then something rolled into them. She bent down and picked up the forgotten crown.

"I'd better return this to Grandmama if I do not wish to accept the throne." She muttered. They walked off hand in hand together knowing that the rest of this was solved