𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓪

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓭, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓿𝓲𝓵

Everyone was chattering away happily, of course being invited to the Imperial Family's Ball. At the front of the Ballroom sat the Dowager Empress Marie, mother to Emporer Nicholas II of Russia, current monarchy of that time. There was a miraculous view of the site, everyone bedazzled in gold and silver glitter, wearing their finest regalia insight towards the biggest and grandest ball of their lifetime. Sitting in the corner, amazed by the view, in her grandmothers lap was Grand Duchess Anastasia.

''Grandmama look, look what I drew!'' said a young Anastasia. 

She was elegant, her poise, her looks, they were highly complimented. She was the youngest, but the most alluring. All of the Romanov's in a way were certainly enchanting, casting the eyes of everyone at the ballroom. Anastasia's mother and father were out in the midst of the amphitheater, dancing together in a slow waltz to the calm music.

''Ah, my dear Anastasia, I will miss you so much when I leave for Paris. Make sure you don't forget about me!'' aforementioned the Dowager Empress.

''I won't Grandmama, but you're leaving me. When will I see you again?'' replied Anastasia.

''Soon, Anastaia, soon my love.''