Journey To the Past [ Romanovs x Reader] 🇺🇸

The Ball

[Y/N] = Your Name
[ Y/N/n]= Your Nickname

Third Person POV

" Isn't it too fancy...?" [Y/N] looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a new ball gown prepared especially for tonight's occasion. It was designed and made by the same modiste, who always took care of the Grand Duchesses' clothing. It was a great honor and the girl was very grateful... Alas, as always [Y/N] was too critical of herself.. Such a strict attitude was kind of a shadow from her childhood.... After being called worthless by her father, even though its been 7 years, some tiny part of her still believed in that lie...
" You look absolutely beautiful." Carla assured with big bright smile on her face, putting her hands on [Y/N]'s shoulders. " And trust me, this dress is really quite simple. If you call this one 'fancy', I wonder How you'd react, if you saw the gowns that girls are wearing for quincenera."
" What actually is that...?" [Y/N] was never told about this custom, so she was confused."
" Quincenera is a special birthday celebration, organized for a girl, when she turns 15.  That age is like going from childhood to womanhood. The girls always wear beautiful, fancy dresses and I mean REALLY fancy!"
" Lots of frills?"
" And big and puffy."
[Y/N] gasped dramatically. " Nightmare!" Both of them laughed.
" All right.. Now put this on."
" A tiara? Do I have to?" The girl looked weirdly at the item."
" The Grand Duchesses are wearing kokoshniks, you're wearing tiara. Simple."
" I would rather wear a  kokoshnik, too..."
" You're Spanish princess,not Russian.
" I'm a Russian, too!
" Yes. But you are princess of Spain.
" A bastard. That's what king Alfonso XIII said..."
" I wouldn't care about someone whose public opinion is bad, to say the least. There." Carla put a small tiara on [Y/N]'s head. It was also quite simple for a tiara, but very pretty. Just like the dress.
" Now, you are ready for the ball." The lady-in-waiting smiled, but then, she remembered something. " Oh, wait! Can't imagine a Spanish princess without a fan." She handed it to the girl.  At first, [ Y/N] didn't really now, what for is she actually going to need that, but eventually she's got a few ideas. If she will be nervous, it could prevent a fait. The same if it was too hot in the ballroom. And in case she sees someone she doesn't wish to talk to, she can just simply cover her face with it.  Maybe, the fan can be useful, after all...

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Everything seemed to be all right. Alexandra gazed upon the guest, from time to time smiling to those she knew. Suddenly, she went completely pale on the face, as she saw a familiar face, she DIDN'T expect, nor wished to see... She immediately rushed to find her husband...

" Alix? Are you all right...? You look like you were about to faint..."
" Nicky, I need to tell you something..."  She grabbed his hand and they both left the ballroom. Luckily, the guests were too busy talking to one another and gossiping, to notice...

" What is it?" Nicholas asked, quite concerned.
" It's  about Ekaterina..." Alexandra started. " I promised not to tell anyone, but now I have to..."
" Right now?"
" Please. This is really important..."

Alexandra's POV

Flashback ~

" Why did you do that...?" I looked at my best friend in shock.
" Nothing happened. I just met with him...
" Don't lie..."
Catarina sighed. " Alix I'm unhappy in this marriage. Andriey is terrible husband, ever since Siergiey was born he treats me awfully... And he forces me to..."
" He does what?!" She didn't even had to finish the sentence. I knew what she meant...
" And I love Pedro! He's the love of my life! I can't live without him...!" Tears streamed down her face and I felt my heart breaking... Marrying love of my life wasn't very approved by everyone either, but eventually I've married him... And poor Katya was stuck in a marriage she didn't want...
" Does the child you are expecting is...?"
" Yes." She nodded. " But Andriey thinks, it's his... Maybe he'll live me alone at last..."
"Does your father know how your husband treats you?! Why doesn't he react?
" My father hasn't even send me one letter, since I left Spain.
" Does Pedro know that you're pregnant with his child?" First time, she smiled. " He does. He asked me to, if it's a girl, call her [Y/N]... We've always dreamed to have a daughter named like this..."