Cursed Royalty

0.1.The beauty in pain pt1

Hello everyone!

Even though all the mess that has been going down today in this comunity i decided to bring you the first chapter of this fic. i really hope everything get solved soon cause i thing this is an amazing support comunity.

Hope you like the chapter and i would love to hear what you expect from this story. Without anything else to say, enjoyyyy.

TW: graphical scenes of death and blood

Ipatiev house, Ekaterinburg

17 July 1918

A loud noise and screams, lots of screams

Was she dreaming? She must be.

"Mashka" said a low, trembling voice.

Yes, she was dreaming.

"MASHKA" it was a trembling scream now.

No, she wasn't dreaming.

She opened her eyes, to a pitch black room until her eyes got used to the darkness and she was able to see her little sister, Anastasia, curled up in the floor on the corner of her bed with tears pooling on her eyes. What was she doing there? Was she crying?

Everything was so confusing and the fact that she was still half asleep didn't help either, trying to look for an answer to her self-questioning, more noises came from outside, but they were more clear, dry and loud bangs, shattering glasses on the floor. Anastasia came running towards Maria's bed and cuddle up with her, now crying. And again, the noises, they were so clear and close, very close.

"Mashka, I think is happening, they are here" Anastasia said to her sister, in a whimpering voice.

She was scared, of course she was, because she knew that her sister was right, it was happening, the less expected day of her life was happening. She looked at her sister, she was scared to death as well, but she had to be there for her, she couldn't let the swirl of emotions in her stomach seize the last of braveness and strength she had on her body.

"Anya, calm down and look at me" she held Anastasia from her shoulder making her look at her but Anastasia was trembling and crying loudly, she was panicking "ANASTASIA, CALM DOWN" Maria snaped "Calm down, please, we have to think, we have to found mama and papa, but I cant do this if you don't help me" she spoke again, in a calmer voice with now Anastasia looking at her "do you understand?" Anastasia nodded "good, now- "

A loud thud came from outside the door of their room, they froze,

Someone started banging the door. Desperately.

They looked at each other with fear dripping from their eyes. The unceasing bangs on the door seemed like bullet noises right into their ears, they could feel them into their core. Maria grabbed her wand from the nightstand next to her bed, ready to throw one of the curses that Rasputin has taught her.

"Mash, Anya. I'm papa, open now!" it was Nicolas's voice, their souls came back to their bodies as they listen that voice, the same voice that singed lullabies to them before going to sleep, even now that they were fifteen and fourteen. He was there.

Maria throw her wand, got up from her bed and in a fast motion she ran to the door and open, there it was Nicolas, in his night wear with his wand in hand.

Even though within the last months purple lakes have grown under his blue eyes and worrisome marks have appeared all over his face, his regal beauty was still intact. Brown beautiful hair, porcelain skin, a small, beautiful nose - a trait from the Romanovs-, full red lips and blue ocean eyes that with time, have turn opaque and sad. And Maria was the exact copy of him, she was him and he was her.