Journey To the Past [ Romanovs x Reader] 🇺🇸

La Casa y las Cartas

Keys:
[Y/N]= Your Name
[Y/N]= Your Nickname

Third person POV

The sun shone beautifully, people were talkative and nice. Madrid was breathtaking. She would have enjoyed being here, for sure...If only... If only they were here... She felt so lonely...

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(A/N: I couldn't find instrumental)

" We will be home soon, princessa*" The coachmen said. She nodded with a sigh.  She knew what all of this was for. She took a chance to make sure her loved ones will be safe... But this place will never be her home.

[Y/N]: " Home"... Now I can hardly hear the word... And to think of all the times I've heard it said...

They arrived at the palace, where she was greeted by Victoria Eugenia, the queen of Spain. She was very beautiful woman, but  in girl's eyes she could not compare with Alexandra or any of the Grand Duchesses...

[Y/N]: Home... Home is like ever flying bird, who can never quite decide to rest his head...

A young girl, maybe around 17 years old stood beside the queen, who smiled warmly to [Y/N]. " [Y/N], this is Carla. She will be your lady- in waiting.
" At your service, señorita..." The girl bowed.
" Take the princess to her chamber." Victoria Eugenia ordered." And help her with unpacking."
" Si, tu Majestàt*" Carla nodded.
" Make yourself at home, dear. " The woman said to [Y/N] before they left.
Good joke.
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[Y/N]: Let them talk of home... I don't want to hear it!  Please, don't get my hopes up now... I will not feel it...

They got into a beautiful, big room, wich was apparently [Y/N]'s from now on. It looked nothing like her previous bedroom near OTMA's room...
" Well, here we are..." Carla smiled." Come, I'll help you to unpack your things."The girl nodded slowly without a word.

[Y/N]: I won't call it" home "! I don't care, what all those people say... As long as they're not here... it isn't home anyway...

[Y/N] sat on her new bed. She opened up the box , were she held her most precious things.

[Y/N]: Home... Home is a memory of a bed... There, in my dreams and nightmares, I felt joy and pain... And it felt like home... And I felt good in it...Oh, God, what is wrong with me?! Why did I leave it?!

She gently touched the photo of her mother that she kept in the box, along with the journal and one other photo.

[Y/N]: It was mother's home... Sorry, but I don't feel the same way!

She took out the second photo. A picture of her together with Russian Imperial Family,  Taken in 1913, just after the celebration of 300th anniversary of Romanovs'rule.
Her aunt, uncle and siblings were also on it. Everyone of them looked very happy...

[Y/N]: As long as they're not here, it isn't home anyway...

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" And done. All the things on their place!" The lady-in-waiting announced with a smile. Not hearing any kind of response, she got a little concerned...
" Estàs bien?"