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Anya slowly opened one eye and glanced around the fully illuminated apartment. She noticed that her gown had been hung up upon a chair instead of it's placement on the floor of last nights events. She was about to sit up when Dimitri came walking in. He was dressed in one of his other shirts and wore a grin as he greeted the awaking duchess.

"Good morning your grace." He smiled as he bent over and kissed her forehead. "If I do say, you look much better than I in my shirt."

Anya glanced over to the mirror. Sure enough she was wearing Dimitri's blouse that he wore over his undershirt but underneath his vest. She must have been cold and he was kind enough to clothe her as she slept, along with a small blue bow in her hair. "Wow, I must have been really tired." She muttered.

"Why don't you join me in the living room for some coffee, and so you can fully awake?" Of course he wasn't gonna take no for an answer as he lifted her out of their comfy bed and proceeded to carry her out. She giggled slightly at him as he finally made their way to the couch.

Soon they were both sitting on the nice soft couch. It had been a wedding gift from Sophie to them. It was about the shade of a ruby and oh so soft. Dimitri had his arms around Anya as they drank and read "The Russian Times."

"Can you believe this?!" Anya began reading the article out loud to her husband.

"To this day the Grand Duchess Anastasia may be hiding somewhere in our lost world. She may have adopted a false name and maybe even try to look as if she were a man.."

"Well, when I first met you, you kinda.." he instantly shut his mouth after earning a glare from Anya. He shrugged his shoulders hoping she would forget and keep reading.

" We all know the Dowager Empress Marie with much haste cancelled the article printed about Anastasia being found as only another lie." As she continued to read she got more furious with every word. "So it must become Russia's duty and privilege to dig up the ever evading heir."

She was truly livid. Why is it that all of a sudden they needed her? Her Grandmama had told her that EVENTUALLY she would have to accept her birthright, but not anytime soon. Marie understood that Anya just wasn't ready for all the pressures of taking the crown and respected her and Dimitri's wishes, so she pushed to make sure that Anastasia had not been found. It seemed as if all Russia and some other parts of Europe was tenaciously trying to uncover her.

"How on earth could they just expect so much out of me?!" Anya was shaking in disbelief. "Just because I'm the daughter of Nicholas and Alexandra they think I can just rule all of the country?!"

"Calm down," Dimitri tenderly kissed her lips. "I'm pretty sure they'll not think about looking at "Anya." He reassured her. She smiled at him just enjoying his wonderful brown eyes, his loving stare just made Anya weak in the knees. Untill she realized something.

"Hey aren't Vlad and Sophie coming today?"

Anya and Dimitri had nearly forgot about the letter they had received only a week ago. "What time does the St. Petersburg express get in?"

"About noon." Dimitri finally snapped back to life, realizing that they had very little time before their guests would be arriving. He and Anya scurried from their little moment and rushed to get ready. Pooka let out a bark that sounded a bit like a laugh as he watched his two masters run around frantically.

Dimitri had just finished fighting Pooka for his sock and was completely ready. He headed into the kitchen following a heavenly aroma.

"Ooo, la la." He said in a low tone seeing what Anya had on. She was wearing her little lilac dress she had gotten from Paris. Anya only had owned four dresses, it was either that or her opera navy blue dress and that was WAY too overly fancy. The sheer shall with a tiny pink bow attaching it moved as Anya turned to face him.

"I haven't seen you in this since.."

"Hey, we can fool around later after they have come." She pointed her frosting spatula at him defensively.

"Cupcakes?" he asked as she finished frosting the last one.

"Yep, chocolate ones as well." Before she could stop him he had stuck his finger into the mixing bowl.

"Mmm, pretty good. Want some?" He offered her his chocolate covered finger.

"No."

"Come on.." he chased her around the kitchen trying to grab her.

"Dimitri stop!" she tried to be serious with him but his grin melted away her anger. He had finally grabbed her with his other free hand and smeared the mixing across her lips. She knew what came next as he kissed it off.

"Hehe, I liked it better that time around."

So as they waited for the two to show, they were sitting in the living room. Soon an hour had passed They had heard the St. Petersburg express bell ring out long ago and yet not a sign or hair of either.

"Do you think their okay? Or maybe they cancelled?" She asked beginning to get kind of worried. First this issue on the paper and now Vlad and Sophie being late; when it was so unlike them.

"Maybe we should go look for them."

"Wait," Anya had a strange look on her face. "Something is up."

"Precisely princess."

Anya let out a scream as she saw a man behind her in the reflection of the refrigerator door. But the barely had any time to react as they found their arms being taken behind their back and tied. Anya struggled hopelessly against her attacker, she tried to kick him but she couldn't get to his feet or anything. Dimitri was putting up a pretty darn good fight, he had nearly knocked down his attacker. Finally the large man who had been trying to wrap his arms up took the advantage of merely pressing his pressure points on his neck; making Dimitri go limp in his hands.

"Impressive attempt for the kitchen boy he is." The man moved closer to his struggling victims. His associates were holding onto their arms as they continued to try to break the bondage. "Too bad my men had the upper hand with you both being so lost in your thoughts about your friends not coming." He was quietly eating one of the cupcakes Anya had made and set upon a tray.

"Take what ever you want just leave Anya be!" Dimitri knew that sometimes in Russia the mafia would break into houses and take treasured items and sometimes do bad things to women. He feared this might be one of those situations.

"My dear boy, we don't want your money or what ever you two have that's of any true worth in this house. We want you and Anastasia."

"I'm not Anastasia! My name is Anya." She replied in a rather hateful tone.

"Oh but you are.." Just then he threw down between the two of them a rather large stack of papers, most bearing the royal symbol of the Romanovs; the golden double headed eagle. But atop everything stood a picture depicting a happy couple on a boat with nothing but the stars keeping them company. Dimitri stared down hard at the picture as the memories came rushing back about that night.

Flash back

"Dimitri put me down, I feel as if my head is going to spin off!" She chuckled as her new husband finally placed her down. She was still blushing a bit from their earlier kiss. Her face glowed radiantly at him as their eyes met.

"I love you." He said smiling. Just then she was beginning to pull his face in for another passionate kiss, but he stopped her and said: "Wait."

He soon returned with his brown jacket and draped it over her slender shoulders. She held tightly to it as he did something she did not see coming yet. He had gotten down on one knee. It was rather strange to Anya, considering they had been married already.

"I'm sorry about not giving this to you earlier, but.." He took her hand and slipped a ring on her finger. "I know it's rather small and.." she stopped him with a finger on his lips.

"I love it, and more importantly I love you."

"Say it again." He asked in a low relaxed tone.

She playfully rolled her eyes . "Dimitri, I really do like the ring…"

"No, I wanted to hear what came after that again." He got closer to Anya keeping his eyes locked with her own ocean blue ones.

"I love you Dimitri." She felt her eye lids drooping a bit, not knowing if the fatigue was setting in or the fact that he had become so close to that there faces weren't even an inch apart.

"Oh how sweet." A young French photographer had captured them in their state. "I just love the way newlyweds act." He handed the photo to them before making his way below deck.

"Wow, I'm very photogenic." Dimitri boasted.

"Yeah, maybe with a mug shot." She replied playfully before running as Dimitri gave chase.

"How did you get that?" Dimitri asked the man.

"Oh your dear old friend Vlad wasn't too keen on hiding it." He took the picture up from the stack. "Ya know this is almost the look on your faces last night."

Anya's eyes flew open in shock. "Have you been spying on us?!" she demanded. How on earth would he know what had happened last night. Just then there was a small rustling from behind them. A man had come out of their bedroom carrying Anya's dress and another thing.

"Oh wow, a dress fit for the Grand Duchess." The man said examining the gown. "And I do believe this to be that special music box that your Grandmama made for you at age eight?" He took the little box from the guy and looked at it. "Where is the necklace that opens it exactly?"

Just then the man who was holding Anya's arm lifted the chain from her neck and up over her head. "There you go boss." The guy wound it and let the song fill the air.

"I do believe that only the Grand Duchess Anastasia would have such a wonderful trinket within her possession."

"How do you know all of this?" Anya asked as she had finally gotten her bondage to wear out. She was trying to stall long enough to get her arms free. Finally she had and flipped the man that had been holding onto her. She had no idea what she was going to do next.

"Give it up Princess, you're not a fighter." The men made an advance on Anya. She kicked the coffee table up into their chins with her left foot leaving them KO'd. She had finally reached Dimitri and grabbed a splintered piece of wood to cut him free. He grabbed her and they both headed for the window.

The man looked out the window to see her and Dimitri running out into the square where it was as if they had disappeared into thin air. "They're good." He said as he looked back at his men who had been dislodged by her. "Or she's good."

You could say Anya really knows her stuff…XD Please review..