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It had been a few days since leaving upon their train from Moscow. It was almost non stop, well except for their switch off in a small German town. Soon they were nearing the Paris borderline where Anastasia and he had been instructed to take a boat that would be awaiting them in the harbor. Dimitri glanced outward at the city as they stepped off the train. Its many splendors glimmered in the sunlight. From this far away he could make out the slight Eiffel tower. Watching over all of Paris.

"I know that you wish you could see your grandmama, but you know as well as I that they could have set a trap at the palace." Dimitri uttered as he caught her attention.

"Yes, I know." She tilted her head to look out the side of the car again. She could remember walking down those long cobblestone streets with Dimitri, Vlad, and Sophie. The way her brand new high heels clacked along the pavement, the bubbly champagne they had all enjoyed inside the small night club. She could only sit there and sigh as all the memories crept into the corners of her mind. Wishing that all these strange events were nothing but another nightmare for her to wake up from. To find Dimitri wanting to comfort her from it all once she had awoken, but no to hope this was indeed real.

"We have arrived at the harbor." The taxi man had announced. After Dimitri had reached inside their suitcase and pulled out a fist full of money. Handed some to the man along with a tip and the two collected their things as they exited into the lovely atmosphere of Paris once again.

"Mmm, this sea air reminds me of one summer at Peterhoff palace." Anya was stairing out among the boats and gulls. Her memory standing before her clear as day. "Olga and I had ventured to the seashore and I.." but just then she halted as her mind drew yet another blank and she grabbed the back of her head slightly.

"Are you alright?" Dimitri asked with a voice full of concern. After a while she shook off the feeling and nodded. He stared at her as they had finally boarded the impressive cruise ship. He knew that from her finally being able to recall from the night of the revolution she had really hit the back of her head hard as she fell backwards after losing her Grandmama's hand. Not hard enough to kill her or sustain any real injury, but enough to knock her memories all out of order and some she may never to be able to recall again.

"Dimitri, I sure hope Vlad is okay and doing well. That man sure had such an arrogant look pasted upon his face as he recalled the photo." Anya was still staring out at the ocean as if she were still rather confused about the memory she was still trying her hardest to recall.

"Well, I think Vlad is a very tough man who can take good care of himself. Especially if Sophie and your Grandmama are with him." He reassured her. As the two of them stood in the now dimming evening, they had supper and just decided to join the other couples that had come from their cabins up to enjoy such a romantic atmosphere.

"Anya, you just radiantly glow within this sunlight. You know that right?" She chuckled before responding with a playful slap on his shoulder.

"Flattery will get you no where."

"Wow, then what I know about women must be wrong." He grinned at her staring into her blue eyes that twinkled as they were illuminated by the suns rays.

"No, I'm just very different from other women."

"Yes, and other royals. I have never met a princess that can fight the way you do, much less nearly break my wrist from a handshake." He faking rubbed his wrist as if it were injured.

"Oh you men really are a bunch of babies." She rolled her eyes as him as the last lingering moments of sun vanished to be replaced by the cool rush of night. The stars and moon began to shine brightly. After a while of being chilled, Anya excused herself and walked off while Dimitri headed down to their cabin. The small compartment had two beds like what they had on the Tasha, except tonight he would not be sleeping on the cold hard floor surrounded by only suitcases.

Finally Anya had returned back to the room. "Where have you been?" He asked seeing a rather not really worried look but just distant upon her face.

"Nowhere, just um walking." She replied absently as she pulled on the rather large pajamas that she still had from Dimitri. As she finished buttoning the shirt her eyes darted to the mirror. She was a bit pale and rather tired looking. She had just felt not so great lately. Maybe it was from all the constant stress or, nah she didn't even want to wonder about that possibility while all this was happening.

As she began to crawl into the upper bunk she was pulled down by Dimitri. "Hey, what's up with you?" she asked looking into his gorgeous brown hazel-like eyes. She found her cheeks becoming warm as he gave her a loving glance.

"I though you would sleep down here with me." He suggested pulling her in closer to him. His breath could be felt upon her face. Those eyes still locked on her own, she was too deep within his spell. Anya loved the way this was. It felt as if no one else existed and the world stood still when she and Dimitri were this close. Her heart was beating in her throat as finally her lips just barely touched his. All the hairs on her neck stood up as he deepened the kiss by placing his hand on her shoulder. As they broke the kiss it left her feeling rather dazed as her eyelids flutter softly open.

He wasted no time in moving his lips down onto her neck. She shivered slightly feeling his warm breath upon her bare neck. Each one of his kisses was soft as raindrops but filled with unlimited passion. His fingertips gently slid on near her ear. He released her long enough to bring his head to hers.

"I love you Anya.."

They were just lying next to each other as Dimitri had slid his arms around her waist as she shut her eyes. She could feel him holding onto her tightly as if he were a seatbelt of some sort.

"What are you doing?" she asked opening one eye.

"Well, I'm not going to have you try another "ocean walk" again." She giggled lightly before he looked at her serious. "I'm not kidding, I nearly lost you. I'm never taking that chance again." She smiled at him.

"You do know that was mainly Rasputin's doing? I wasn't going to jump if he had never sent me that illusion of my family playing in a swimming hole." She thought about that night yet again. She was so scared after awaking to find that she and Dimitri were standing in the pouring rain outside. "Man, that night was pretty crazy." Finally after giving him a quick peck on the cheek she nodded off in his arms.

The next morning as they stepped out on deck the weather was foggy and quite cool, but not freezing like St. Petersburg and Moscow. Unlike both cities London was large and no snow was upon the streets. Once they had gotten off the boat Dimitri had Anya hold onto their suit case as he bought a map of the city.

"Alrighty, now let's see..." Dimitri glanced over the map at the many hills London had. "What hill did she say?" Anya had pulled out the letters yet again and began to re-read the line about the "hill." Her mother had for some reason oddly capitalized the "H."

"It's a last name."

"What?!" Dimitri turned to face her. "A last name?"

"Yes, see how she put a capital?" Anya pointed out on the letter. Dimitri's eyes narrowed at the word. Indeed there was a capital, just like if it would be a last name.

"Then we'll need to get a hold of the yellow pages." He shook his head at her as he held out the guide. On the front it read: "Art gala tonight at nine pm. With works from the brilliant mind of Alexander Hill."

"Looks like were attending a party tonight."

After checking into their hotel for the night they began to wonder whether someone would notice if they walked in to this glamorous event in what they were wearing.

"What are we going to wear to this thing?" Dimitri finally asked out loud. Anya went over to their suitcase and began rummaging around until her hand hit something near the bottom of it. She pulled it out to allow the long midnight-blue dress to fall to the ground. It was the same dress she had worn on the night of the Russian ballet in Paris. As she fully took it; out fell some sparkly jewelry of some sort.

Right beneath it Dimitri had found his only tux that he owned from the ballet as well. Soon after they had finished dressing Anya had stuck in her earring as he fixed his tie within the mirror. After they had gotten a taxi they began to think up some way they were going to get into this grand party.