Impossible past
(chapter 1)
Turns out Amara isn't the only princess , so who could it be? Someone you never thought was royalty that's for sure! Every now and then I'll leave clues for you although I think it's obvious. I really don't know where I'm going with this story so it would be great for ya'll to give me ideas. Like it or hate please tell me. Also my French is really bad so please bare with me on this there's only so much a French-to-English dictionary can teach you. You know the drill I don't own anything but this computer and a cheap dictionary although I do wish I owned Gambit and Scott and Pietro and Lance and Evolution in general then again I wanna toilet made out of gold so yeah as you can see I want many things I don't have. Except the toilet I don't want that heard it off a movie once. Anywho I'm rambling just start the darn fic already!
The women stepped out of the carriage her long fur coat flowing behind the jewels that so elegantly covered her neck shimmered as the light from the chandelier danced in their illustrious splendor. Her head held high , her eyes never faltering for a minute. The woman's poise and grace was astounding her presence alone was breathtaking. She entered the palace a smile crossing her aged face. "Good evening Empress" one subject bowed a heart warming smile toward the man as her reply. Slowly she walked toward the ballroom she watched as the court spun around and danced each member in their best clothing the sight was most like what you come to imagine where only found in fairytales . Maybe perhaps the ball Cinderella attended when she met prince charming.
The old woman looked past all the glamour splendor and glitz of the room and was focused on the center of the room. Their dancing was her son Emperor of all Russia smiling as he twirled his young daughter around her eyes lighting up each time he did so. She waved her hand catching her sons attention. " Why don't you go over and give grandmamma a kiss that way I can be well rested when you come back" he told his young daughter " You can't be that tired papa" the 6 year old pouted her bright eyes pleading " 'Well young lady you seemed to have warn me out but don't worry I'll be ready to dance with my little princess the rest of the night, Now go on Anya! Go give your grandma a hug and a kiss" the man chuckled as he watched the child go off a smile on his face as he observed her.
He let out a small sigh "She's growing up so fast" he turned startled to see his wife Alexandra next to him " That she is" she smiled to her husband her radiant face becoming that much more beautiful as she did Her hair cascading down her smooth shoulders in brilliant ringlets of the most beautiful auburn color. Her bright eyes resembling that of her daughters sparkled a feeling of kindness and warmth shown through them but mostly love was what he felt at that moment. Her shimmering emerald dress was unbelievable .Her crown covered entirely in diamond just adding on to her elegant presence.
"May I ask her Empress for a dance" the man said as he knelt to kiss her hand her slight laugh informing him that she found his actions somewhat amusing he returned her gaze. He looked into her eyes they always seemed a bit brighter when she laughed and it pleased his majesty to see his wife so happy. The two danced together and held each other close and at that moment they weren't the Emperor or Empress they where simply husband and wife just two people madly in love with one another.
"Grandmamma!" The young squealed as she hugged the old woman. Oh, my Anya! My Anastasia!!" she had missed her granddaughter terribly the past few months she hadn't seen her. " Guess what Grandma! Today's my birthday!" the young girl pranced around in her emerald green dress that resembled her mothers her auburn hair flying around in waves of curls. " I know and I flew in all the way from Paris just to spend it with you!" the young girl smiled " You did! Just for me!" the woman nodding her reply " and brought this for you" She said handing her the most peculiar shaped object it had an emerald top and the rest was made out of gold " Is it a music box?" she asked trying to find how to open the little thing .
A young boy watched from behind eying the music box as a tiger would his next kill. The boy appeared to be about 8 perhaps 9 his ratty clothes informing of his status. His eyes gleaming as he stared at the jewel so much entranced boy it he couldn't hear the footsteps behind him. " There tu be why are tu not in la cuisine (the kitchen) stupide le garcon (stupid boy) la mine(look) tu devenir tu vex recevoir l' argent (you want to receive money) d'en tu proper la vaisselle comprendre!" (then you clean the dishes Understand!) said a French man about his late twenties carrying a mean looking knife as he picked up the young servant boy who had yet again wondered off. " Tu keep runin' away well I'll just might have to battre (beat) tu beau le visage,(your handsome face) and without it what would we call tu (you)LeAffreux!" ( dreadful/horrible/ugly) The the man laughing as he watched the horror on the boys face as they entered the kitchen and yet again the boy was there washing dishes waiting until everyone was asleep to do his REAL job.
The old woman gently placing a gold chain around the young girls neck. " This box holds a secret, a secret only you and me will know Let me show you" The woman showed her the emerald and gold flower that was at the end of her chain and placed it into the lock on the so called "music box" it opened to reveal a couple dancing resembling her mother and father she listened closely " It plays our lullaby!" she smiled " When I'm away you can get it to sing to you" She hugged her grandmother " Read what's on the chain my dear" the young girl turned over the flower ' To-To-Toge-" she stumbled over the words "Together in-" "Together in Paris!" She smiled " Oh grandma really!!" She hug the women tightly. This was the best day in little Anya's life. Unfortunately they would never be together in Paris