Yay!! I have one person reading it so far.. hehe, I absolutely LOVE the movie Anastasia.. I just recently read a book based off the Romanov tragedy and also another theory on how she and Alexi might have survived.. I personally wonder if the REAL Anastasia did survive… we will probably never know..

Anya clutched her coat together as she and her good friend Emily made their way down the long cobblestone streets of St. Petersburg. The town had improved a little since she had been there in the past year. Not as many people were starving or working themselves to death as they were a year ago. Yet one thing the people still, some of them, believed in was returning a Czar to the throne. But after Anastasia's existence claiming to be false by the Dowager Empress. Many people continued to look for her. Not for any reward much any more, but to seat the next remaining Romanov in her rightful place.

"So how is dear Dimitri?" Emily pondered to Anya as they were glancing over some brilliant art works outside a vendor.

"He's fine." Anya replied absently. "He by some miracle got a four day weekend, with pay.." she didn't want to bore her friend with the story of how he did so.

"Oh re-aly? I bet he wanted to start "Saturday" early eh?" She gave a playful shove to Emily to shut her up. "Hey, I wanna go see the new Czar display they put up in the cathedral." Emily tugged Anya over into the huge wooden doors of magnificent place.

As they passed through the glorious St. Petersburg cathedral, there it was. On the west facing wall; the Romanovs. A double headed eagle, golden with jewels sparkling on it was nailed and bolted down; best so that thieves wouldn't have a chance at taking the elegant treasure. Anya found herself looking up at the ghostly faces of her long deceased family.

"Glorious are they not?" Both Anya and Emily spun around to face an elderly looking man. His face was weathered from time and past. Stress had emerged it's self inside his skin as it was noted with wrinkles all over his forehead. Yet he had a sort of twinkle in his eye as he looked at the wondrous painting of the Czars.

"I remember one day having the pleasure of meeting Nicholas II. He was thoughtful, kind, and understanding to what problems I had. Compared to what many others thought about him, I thought that with him Russia would improve. Even if it did take some time; Rome wasn't built in one day." He stepped before them and gave a rather generous bow to the portrait of the smiling Romanovs. "I still believe that somewhere Anastasia is indeed alive and well. Probably in hiding of some sort though."

Anya bit her lip lightly as she locked eyes with her father. It was if he was asking her to come back as the Grand Duchess. To rule all imperial Russia as the next Czar. To take the rightful place on the throne, not as "Anya" but as Anastasia Romanov.

"You know young lady, you look an AWFUL lot like the Grand Duchess." Anya cringed. She absolutely hated being told nearly fifty thousand times a day. Why, oh why did she even try to hide so much and STILL everyone could point out her; "Alexandra's chin" or "Nicholas's smile." And even on such rare occasion as such handling money, point our her "Marie like hands."

Anya finally forced herself to grin at the old man before giving him the mandatory response that she had worked out for the ten billion people she had to reply to.

"Thanks, but there is no way that little me could have ever been a grand duchess. Much less Anastasia." She lied. Oh how she was so sick of having to say that over and over. She joked with Dimitri about being a bit of a broken record sometimes.

Finally she pulled Emily and they finally exited the building, leaving behind the man and his thoughts. Anya could have sworn that he somehow knew that she was lying through her teeth. She dismissed it as paranoia.

"Ya know, he's actually right."

"Oh great," thought Anya. "now Emily's gonna be buggin me about it too?!"

"You do look JUST LIKE Anastasia." Emily looked at Anya seriously. Studying her many facial features carefully. She always knew there was just something about Anya.

"All right, so I have SOME features that the Grand Duchess Anastasia had. It's just some rather bizarre coincidence!" Emily could note the stress building in Anya's voice, so she did some quick thinking. She really didn't want to upset Anya.

"Um Anya, I'm terribly sorry I offended you so greatly. Usually people who get that take it as a complement, but I guess it does get old huh? Never mind, I gotta go any way. Have fun with," Her voice dropped so low it almost sounded coyish. "Dimitri.."

She and Anya both giggled like schoolgirls before Anya ran off to her building where she knew awating her was a man who loved her all his life and would continue to do so until they were separated by death. She turned the key and walked in to find a lovely table set, complete with candles. Her breath was taken away by such a scene.

"Good evening your highness." Dimitri seemed to just appear kind of startling Anya a bit. He was dressed not too fancy, just his favorite green shirt and vest. Buttoned all the way up and a nice black tie dangled from his shirt. He bowed slightly to Anya. "If your grace wishes to change before dinner I have taken the courtesy of laying your coronation gown out." Anya smiled at him before giving a slight playful-like curtsy to him and vanishing into the bedroom. Only about ten minutes later she came out wearing the off the shoulder gown. It's sleeves still torn from their fight with Rasputin on the bridge so many months ago. She had taken her hair and tied it with a pink bow. She had become "Anastasia" again.

"I'm not worthy of this presence. Are you lost; I think you came from heaven." She blushed about fifteen shades of red and pinks at all his remarks. He grinned before taking her hand and softly kissing it. Soon they had eaten their delicious dinner.

"Who knew you were such a masterful cook." Anya joked.

Right after she had placed her napkin to the side, Dimitri was standing before her. Asking for her hand. His gentle warm stare wrapped around her into some sort of trance. He took her hand and led them into their moderate living room. He had cleared away the center of the room; including the coffee table.

"Dimitri since when did you become such a good romancer?" He didn't answer just simple began to sway with her. "There is no music here." She noted still foggy from the whole atmosphere.

"Wait one moment." He ran off into their room and came back with an oh so familiar object. He wound the small box a couple of times before allowing it's gentle melody to fill the air. He waltzed and twirled her a couple times. Her long coronation gown twirled with her along the side. The dress sparkled in the moonlight shining through their window. It's sewn on jewels glittered brightly, like stars. As the song ended and the music box closed itself, Dimitri just swayed with her. He rested his head along her smooth shoulder and gently ran his hand through her soft hair. "Anastasia, I love you."

She felt tingles not only from his touch but from that word. Every time he would say he loved her she felt as if she were merely floating. She lifted his face to hers, locking their lips together with her own soft ones. They kissed softly for a few minutes just holding each other until the kiss turned to be more passionate. Dimitri's hands began to slide up and down her back, pulling her closer to him.

Just then they heard rather loud bark from Pooka. He was acting a bit like a referee. Apparently they had crossed the line with him being present. Anya giggled at Pookas reaction before glancing back at Dimitri. Anastasia ginned at her "Prince."

"Shall we adjourn to the bedroom my good sir?" she asked with "come hither" eyes. Dimitri nodded before swooping her up into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and shut the door behind them. "Good night Pooka!" he exclaimed. Pooka simple yipped a reply before setting down to sleep.

Once inside Anya was laid down upon their bed, Dimitri removed his vest and tie before gently getting on top of her. He began to gently massage her arms making the tingles go up a down them before kissing her lips again. He slowly moved down to her neck. Planting small yet tender kisses all along it to her shoulder. She moaned slightly as the touch of his lips.

"So Boss are we gonna take them soon?"

"Soon enough boys. Soon enough." He said watching the young lovers embrace until the curtain was pulled shut.