Cursed Royalty

The Miracle

As promised, the last of Maria Romanov.

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4 YEARS LATER

Romanov State.

Gelendzhik, Russia.

17 July 1922

Three knocks on the doors of the enormous palace at the shore of the Black sea, were enough to make the skinny house elf to go running from the kitchen to the entrance.

Halls and halls, sharp turns and a couple stairs awaited the little elf on his way to discover who was on the other side of the door.

When he finally stood in front of the menacing doors, his little hands held the handles of each door and with all the existent force on him, he opened them.

And when he did, he finally saw the faces of the unexpected visitors.

More unexpected than he would ever think.

It was a young lady and a young boy, in their twenties probably, he thought.

But when his eyes fell on the young lady's face a wave of recognition assaulted his memories, impossible, his mind must be playing games, a very dangerous one.

Because she wasn't unknown to him, or to anyone. And when he thought that his memory must have gone rusty with the years, he saw her eyes. The face was slightly different. Mature. But the eyes.

Oh, the eyes

Those don't change, and the warmth he once saw in them several years ago was still there, but that warmth become something else throughout the years.

Fire

She became fire.

A fire ready to burn people to ashes.

The tiny elf was speechless, because he was seeing death right in the eyes and she smiled in return.

"Good evening, little one." A melodious voice came from the young lady.

"Good evening, miss. May I help you?" he finally spoke, in his usual coy voice.

"Yes, I think you may" she smiled "I'm looking for someone, I think he is your master" she paused "I'm looking for Mr. Sergei Romanov, is he at home?"

"Yes, he is here, but may I ask; who's looking for him?" the elf asked, in an attempt of making her what he already know.

A grin crossed the face of the young lady "A ghost" she went silent, because it was not fully a lie. She laughed and continued "just tell him an old friend is looking for him" the small elf nodded and he opened the door a little more to let the couple enter the huge palace.

When the three of them were inside, the elf stood in front of the young lady. He hesitated but made a gesture with his hand, asking her to kneel and she did as he asked.

She was now at the same height as him, and what the elf did was unexpected for all of them.

He put both his hand on the face on the lady and caressed every part of it. The eyes, the nose, the lips; looking for a trail that maybe all of this was just a trick of his overstimulated imagination. But it wasn't.

It was her.

"My duchess" he mumbled with tears in his eyes "its you, my dear Maria" a tear fell from the elf's eyes and the young girl cleaned it before giving him a smile.

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They were there. Finally.

After all those years, after everything, they were there. In front of the doors of the ninth circle of hell, where the traitorous laid.