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All Men Are Babies-
Chapter 3: A rumor in St. Petersburg
His mother was American, so why had he stayed in this freezing city? Zachariah Salazar wasn't sure why he decided to remain in Russia instead of immigrating to America like he had originally planned. Was the reason Olga? His dear, sweet, Princess Olga; the eldest daughter of Tzar Nicholas and Tzarina Alexandra. After the family, and his dear Olga were tragically murdered, Zachariah just couldn't bring himself to leave St. Petersburg. Ten years had passed and yet he just couldn't get his love for Olga out of his head.
There was no reason to stay in this God forsaken city. There was no hope of doing anything worth while with your life if you stayed in St. Petersburg. Nothing happened in St. Petersburg. That is probably why Zachariah described St. Petersburg as hell frozen over. This city was boring. To keep themselves entertained, the citizens spread rumors about anything and everything.
In fact, that might be the reason for the singing on the street today. What rumor had the people of this city thought of now? Zachariah pushed it out of his head as he stuffed his numb hands in his coat pockets and continued his trudge to the fisherman's market.
"Have you heard?" a woman excitedly asked another she met on the street. Oh great, Zachariah thought as he rolled his eyes. A rumor in St. Petersburg. "The Princess Anastasia is alive!"
Zachariah snapped his head up in attention at what that old woman had just said. The princess Anastasia? Alive? That was preposterous! Impossible! The entire royal family had been murdered. Nicholas, Alexandra, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia, and little Alexei had all been murdered. Every single one. Why would they start rumors that were so impossible of being true? Yet his curiosity had gotten the best of him and Zachariah couldn't help but ask:
"What?"
"Our dear princess Anastasia!" the old woman exclaimed with a smile as she grasped his shoulders. "Is alive!"
"Isn't it wonderful?" another woman exclaimed.
"Yes," Zachariah mumbled. "Wonderful."
"I heard she's in Paris with her grandmother the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna."
How did little Anastasia manage to escape with her life. The coroners explained that none of them had stood a chance to live. Granted that Anastasia's body had never been found-but people fell through the ice and drowned everyday. Still, Zachariah let this consume his mind as he continued on his walk to the fisherman's market.
"The princess is alive!" a man selling newspapers exclaimed as he pushed a newspaper in Zachariah's face. Zachariah Salazar continued walking with a sinister gleam in his eye as he remembered his promise to his dear Olga. If we can't be happy Princess, then no one in your family will be happy. I will make Anastasia suffer. She doesn't deserve to live when her dear sister Olga did not. "Sorry Princess," Zachariah smiled smugly. "But your time is up."
I know this chapter wasn't that long, but I more so just wanted to show how Zachariah found out about Anastasia being alive. Chapter 4 should be up soon. I thank my faithful reader and reviewer xAshlingxDreamx for her reviews and supporting my Anastasia fics. Please leave a review if you wish.