Hi everyone. I have gotten a few requests for this story and I would like to thank everyone who has sent me one. I will try to do as many as possible. One really stood out to me, and I knew I had to do it right away. It was given to me by autumnrose2010, and I would like to thank autumnrose2010 tremendously. Basically this idea has three parts, and I am not sure if I will do them all in a row or not. I hope everyone enjoys this, and I hope it lives up to autumnrose2010's expectations, since that's where I got the idea. Enjoy!
It had been a month since the royal family had gained freedom. The Tsar had reclaimed the Russian throne and he and Alexandra were back living in the palace. Anastasia thought about going back home, however, she and Dmitri had created such a good life in Paris, and Russia held so many poor memories she couldn't bear the idea. So with many tears and promises to visit Anastasia stayed behind. As for her sisters, they were split. Olga couldn't wait to go back to the palace, to see everything she left behind again, Therefore, she was leaving a week after Nicholas and Alexandra. Tatiana and Maria, on the other hand, liked the idea of going back to the palace, however, at the same time, wanted to catch up with their sister and explore Paris. A city they had never been to. So they stayed behind, a plan for them to follow in two months time put in place. It was on this particular day, the day of their parents and sister's departure, that true love began to show itself again…
Anastasia hugged her sister goodbye, whispering that she would visit soon, perhaps after the baby was born, in about five months. Tatiana and Maria stood behind waiting for their turn, when out of the corner of her eye, something caught Tatiana's attention. A piece of blue paper was flying through the air, propelled by the wind. Tatiana decided to ignore the paper, choosing to see off her sister. That is, until the paper hit her right on her face, blocking her vision, and therefore not allowing her to see the man that happened to be chasing this specific piece of paper. The man that gently reached up and pulled the paper off her face, and gave her that smile. The one that caused her knees to go week, and her surroundings to disappear. The one that rendered her oblivious to her sisters giggling and Olga boarding the train.
"Uh… excuse me? Ma'am, are you alright?" questioned this man. As she began to acknowledge her surroundings again, she muttered a quick apology and a rushed, "Yes, yes, i'm fine it was nothing." "I'm glad," replied the man, their eyes meeting, and the contact remaining probably longer than it should have. The man smiled and looked away, Tatiana following and both blushing furiously. When the man looked back he spoke, his voice sending a shiver down Tatiana's back, "May I inquire about your name?" he asked. Tatiana giggled and nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "My name is Tatiana, may I inquire about your's?" The man smiled and tried saying it, enjoying the way it rolled off his tongue. "My name is Nikita, you're highness." he said with a bow.
Tatiana gasped, "how did you know?" Nikita smiled, "it was easy to figure out. The newspapers are full of the story, and you're clothes are that of nobility. I was also able to deduce that, the lady over by the train was your sister, based on the way you speak with her. I am well aware that she is the Grand Duchess Anastasia, leaving me to believe you are the Grand Duchess Tatiana." as Nikita finished he smirked at Tatiana, frustrating her in a playful way. Something she had never felt before, and if truth be told, she could get used to it.
After half an hour of watching Tatiana and Nikita talk with each other, Anastasia was beginning to grow tired. The baby was taking its toll on her, no longer could she stand for hours on end, now she felt faint if she stood for more than an hour. So calling Maria over, she whispered in her ear, and giggling they planned a sneak attack on Tatiana. Creeping quietly across the stone path, they snuck up behind Tatiana, each on one side of her, and while Tatiana was lost in conversation, they launched a tickle attack. Anastasia had to bow out after a moment, due to the nauseous feeling she felt after a moment. However, Maria was merciless, she had Tatiana rolling around laughing, especially since Maria herself wasn't ticklish.
By the time Tatiana had collected himself,, Nikita was laughing so hard tears were running down his face. At first, Tatiana was embarrassed, but after a moment of watching Nikita laugh, she too joined in. Soon everyone was laughing, and thoroughly enjoying themselves. Eventually, everyone calmed down, and Tatiana introduced everyone before inviting Nikita back to the palace.
At the palace, Nikita met Dmitri, and Marie. Both of whom took a fast liking to Nikita, quickly inviting Nikita over whenever he wanted. But it was with Tatiana that true friendship began and quickly grew into more, leading to a rather serious conversation with Anastasia a few weeks later.
"Anastasia, may I speak with you?" questioned Tatiana. "Of course, come in." replied Anastasia, smiling. "Anastasia, this is a little awkward… how… how did you know you loved Dmitri?" asked Tatiana. Anastasia looked surprised before smiling knowingly, "well, I just knew. I mean, when I teried to imagine life without him it was painful to think about, and he just was everything I dreamed about. He could frustrate me, but he was also the only person I knew that I could share everything with. Really though, it was my heart that told me so. Does that help?" Tatiana nodded, and just sat staring at the wall. Anastasia feeling the need to continue the conversation decided to ask a rather bold question. "Tatiana, what do you feel for Nikita?" Tatiana looked shocked, and blushed deeply. "Well, he is all I can think about, he always makes me laugh, and my heart flutters and I can't imagine him not being around. But at the same time we never agree on anything, and it's so frustrating sometimes, but a good frustrating… you know…" she trailed off, lost in thought of Nikita again. Anastasia smiled, and softly said, "you love him." Tatiana blushed and looked up, nodding gently. "Do you think it's too soon?" she asked nervously. Anastasia only shook her head and smiled. "It was only a two weeks for me and Dmitri before we knew and married. Tatiana's eyebrows shot up, "What, only a week!" she exclaimed. Giggling Anastasia nodded, "but that's a story for another time." she replied quickly. Tatiana nodded, and excused herself, realizing it was almost time to meet Nikita for their evening stroll.
"GRANDMAMA, ANASTASIA, DMITRI, MARIA EVERYONE! COME HERE, QUICK!" Yelled Tatiana as she ran through the halls a few hours later. Everyone except Anastasia showed up within minutes, terrified for Tatiana's safety. As soon as they had made sure she was okay and safe, Anastasia came walking in, as fast as she could with her growing stomach. Once again they had to go through and make sure Tatiana was okay. "Well then, what's with all the excitement?" asked Anastasia, almost growling out of annoyance. Dmitri sensing his wife's anger quickly embraced her, and let her melt into his arms. As Dmitri pulled up a chair for his wife, Tatiana screamed again and began jumping up and down, startling them all. "Nikita proposed!" This cause everyone,, everyone, to drop whatever they were holding and stare at Tatiana in shock. Slowly the shock wore off and words of congratulations were given. As the excitement built and wedding plans were starting to be made, Nikita walked in. Tatiana ran over and hugged him, and everyone else began yelling at the young couple. The celebration lasting a whole week.
As the news reached Russia, it was decided the wedding would be held in Russia at the Imperial Palace. The wedding would take place in a month's time, when Tatiana and Maria returned to Russia, except due to the circumstances, Anastasia, Marie, Dmitri, Vladimir and Sophie would be returning as well. The excitement in both Paris and Russia was apparent and it would continue to be for months to come.