"One-more-pull!" Nika my handmaid grunted out as she tighten the corset on my dress.
"Oh please no." I replied breathlessly, already feeling like I was about to faint.
"Anastasia your father is bringing in the first of the suitors today. Don't you want to find a husband to rule by your side?"
"Not a Russian man, no. I want an Американская, an American. One of the strong handsome ones with blonde hair, blue eyes...and deep pockets!"
"You visit America once, you see some cute men there, then you idolize them, принцесса (princess). There are plenty of attractive and rich men, who are already princes, might I add, right here in Russia.
"They are not worthy of my love, nor will they ever be. I want to someday live in America, land of the free and home of the brave!"
Suddenly a deep voice rumbled and echoed throughtout the hall, "Child get your head out of the clouds and get your dainty feet down here! You keep the good men waiting!
"They shall wait as long as I wish." I fired back.
"Now." He said.
And so I went.
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Royal Pain in My Heart
FanfictionAnastasia is a Russian princess, ready to rule her country the day she turns 19. There's just one teeny tiny catch: she has to be married to take the throne. Anastasia is shipped off to America to pose as an American socialite (this story takes plac...
