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It was nearing nine am in the calm town of London. Since it was early Saturday morning, most people were still retired to their bed. You could hear the church bells tolling loudly to announce the hour arriving. While a few people strolled through the streets; Anya and Dimitri were safely tucked away from this inside the nice cozy hotel room.

Anya sat up carefully and stretched. She glanced over to the mirror; her hair was quite the mess. The nice neat bun she had pulled it up into had hairs coming out strangely from the sides and the diamond band was slowly slipping off as well. She stood up and straightened her ocean blue gown. It had slid around on her from the tossing and turning last night, obviously after they had both passed out near two am. Carefully Anya moved over to the mirror and released her long auburn hair to tumble gracefully down her back and shoulders.

After gently applying some cool water to her face and removing her earrings, she walked back out to find that Dimitri had awoken. He glanced down at his wristwatch.

"It's near nine or ten here right?" his voice sounded very groggy as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. She simply shrugged before sitting beside him.

"Dimitri?" he looked at her with attentive eyes. His hazel-brown eyes bearing into her own blue. She could tell he was still half asleep as he yawned slightly covering his mouth. "I… well.. um.." He chuckled lightly his eyes still not leaving hers.

"Since when do you stutter?"

"Well, I don't." she got a bit upset before continuing. "I just wanted to say.." he cut her off with his finger pressed on her soft pink lips. His look of sincerity was enough to answer her fully. He ran his palm across her cheek, caressing the side of her face gently.

"I know what you are going to say, don't worry about it. It's nothing bad, in fact we should be celebrating." He had perked up a bit. "Just not with any form of alcohol." He added quickly.

"Yes, but Dimitri are you not thinking about our current situation?!" her voice was rather tense. "Why, oh why did this have to happen at this time and most importantly when we are so terribly far away from home?" Anya rested her head inside her palms. She had wanted a baby so terribly and prayed for the help to receive one, but why was her wish granted in such a time?

Dimitri held tightly to her and lifted her face upward. "Hey, this isn't the Anya I know and love." He wiped the tears from her eyes as she attempted to grin. "We'll be all right. I swear." He gently kissed her lips. But as he looked back into her eyes yet again, he could tell that she simply didn't believe any word and still doubt lingered inside her mind.

"We need to solve this puzzle. Now, he said that the music box.." Dimitri pulled her back to him.

"You really need to relax. If you really are, stress can do terrible things to a woman in your state." He began to gently use his thumbs and worked her neck "Now, as the future Czar I herby decree that you must relax before working on this clue." He gently pushed her hair aside before moving to her shoulders. She was still being rather stubborn. Her muscles seemed to not be relaxed at all, but even tighter.

"Dimitri I cannot relax while thinking that my music box holds another clue to this, this Romanov mystery." She turned to look at him. "I'm sorry, there is no possible way." She expected him to be giving her a solemn face but instead he wore a rather large grin.

"Are you sure about that?" he glanced her up and down as if he had just met her or something. She shook her head at him before getting up and walking over to the window.

"No Dimitri." She turned away from him giggling a bit. "He's way too charming for his own good." She thought to herself. "I'm more worried about us."

"Why? I mean we have just in this last year defeated an evil sorcerer that was supposed to be dead. I fought a stone statue horse that came to life. Anya, we have faced countless peril and lived on." Dimitri walked over to her placing an arm on her shoulder.

"I know, we've beaten the odds quite often, but for how much longer can we sustain such luck." She turned to him and gently ran her fingers down his face. "Even if you are, used to be a con man I think that you would know that even then you can run out of tricks to use."

"Yes, I knew my limits as well. Obviously not well enough on the account that I ended up once in the slammer." Anya's eyes widened a bit as he mentioned his little stay. "Don't worry I did my three days there, I was fine. Still can't understand why I got three days for stealing a simple little apple."

"You and your apples."

Anya laughed then grinned at him. Remembering the time back at the palace. He had been ten and she was eight. It was the grand ball, celebrating the Romanov's undying dynasty. Three hundred years since the first Romanov had taken the throne. Anastasia had been dancing with her father before her Grandmama had arrived; it was then that she made her way up to the thrones that had been occupying the steps. In one of them was her beloved Grandmama, she was so excited to see her as she presented the drawing she had made. Marie had reached inside her small purse and pulled forth the gold music box. Anastasia had felt eyes watching her, so she had glanced over to the side before turning back to the music box. She had seen her only friend outside the royal ways; Dimitri. He had apparently managed to yank an apple from the kitchen and was spying upon her while eating it.

"Hehe, maybe the baby will like apples too." He noted glancing down at Anya's stomach.

"Dimitri, that's IF I actually have achieved such a thing." She reminded him. "Although I am craving an apple for some odd reason." She began to walk towards the table where a small gift basket of fruit was stitting.

"Let me get it." Dimitri had made Anya sit down. She rolled her eyes at him.


"Okay, maybe the bottom has like some secret compartment or something." Anya had flipped the music box over. Dimitri was sitting next to her getting rather bored. They had been at this for about an hour.

"Anya, I admire how much you try and never want to give up, but sweetheart; shouldn't you at least take a break?" he begged.

She glanced over at him. "Dimitri, I would appreciate if you would stop whining and help me instead." He got a rather confused sort of look on his face.

"How can I help?! We had flipped this thing about twenty times, opened it, searched every pearl for maybe one that if you push on it… Anya this thing is impossible!"

Anya simply glanced in his direction. "You're whining again." She dully noted. Dimitri opened his mouth for a comeback but quickly shut it. He then drew a rather regal height and walked over to sit beside her.

"Anya, please give yourself a break." He asked with no tension in his voice what so ever. "It's almost noon and you do need to eat something." He took her hand from the music box and cradled it in his. "Especially if you are now eating for two."

She smiled at him. Yes, maybe a good lunch break would give her the time to think of any way she could possibly get the music box to divulge it's secrets to her. "All right, but what about that man? We could possibly run into him if we go to eat somewhere." He held a grin as they both heard a knock at the door.

"Room service!"


"No way. You're telling me that you stole about ten wallets from a crowd?!"

"Yep, and no one ever knew it was me." Dimitri proudly announced. He and Anya were sitting on the floor of the hotel room with the food to the side of them, remincing the past of both himself and she. "Alright, so it's your turn."

"Hmm, let's see." She thought long and hard until finally recalling a memory. "Oh, I was about I think twelve. I had been very frustrating to Comrade phleminkoff that day she put me inside the "time out closet." What she never knew though was that I had figured out how to escape out of there on my first time in it. She had allowed me no dessert for my actions, so I took the liberty of giving my self my just desserts if you know what I mean."

"Hehe, you always did have a sweet tooth eh? Why I can remember finding you in the kitchen; sneaking a single spoon of frosting from the cake for your sisters sixteenth birthday." He laughed a bit. She glanced at him curiously.

"What were you doing down there so late as well?" she mockingly crossed her arms at him.

"Well, your highness I was simply going to fetch a glass of water." He answered innocently. The two shared plently more laughs and memories as the day grew on. For one time in this horrid week they had been through; the laughter had finally been restored.