Journey To the Past [ Romanovs x Reader] 🇺🇸

Help and Determination pt.2

Third Person POV

" Why didn't you tell her about our plan?" Vlad asked confused as Dimitri shook his head.
" How was I supposed to do that?! Haven't you seen in what state she was?"
" I thought she was just phenomenal actress, but I'm afraid, this poor child has some mental problems... She really thinks she's the [Y/N]..."
" Polina believes that, too... But this can't be true... The real [Y/N] Andrieyevna Ipolitova died in 1918..."
" You've got any proof of that?"
" Gleb saw her getting shot..."
...

* THUD *

" Did you hear something...?"
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Meanwhile in Paris ~

" ... And so, I cannot just sit there, doing nothing. My brother suffers from longing for her and so do I. [Y/N] is my best friend, I have to look for her, so I'm going back to St Petersburg and I'll try to find out something... Don't worry I'll be all right. Nastya..." Doweger Empress Marie read the note out loud.
" She's going to get herself killed!" Alexandra cried. " We have to get her back! We can't lose her too...!"
" The note is from yesterday... She can already be there..." Nicholas said quietly. That didn't help his wife to calm down. " Oh, my God..."
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Anastasia found a way to get inside the old place.  Everything seemed so miserable and abandoned... She had no idea that someone actually is in the old ballroom...
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[ Y/N] gazed around with sad smile on her face. " This place... So many beautiful memories..." She walked up to the table, then the mirror and she noticed an old vase standing near it. She touched it... Then, she unconsciously took out the music box from her pocket. It still had the small key inside... She winded it up and opened...

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

[Y/N] : Dancing bears... Painted wings... Things I so well remember.... And the song we would sing, once upon a December...

She hugged her own arms, trying to imagine, that it's one of her loved ones embracing her...

[Y/N] : I felt loved and safe and warm... Wasn't afraid of any storm... They are back right here with me... Held in my memory...

Resemble ( choirs) : ( Aaah, Aaah aaaaah... Ahh, ahh... Aaahaah ahh ah.)

She felt as it was back... The times when they all were together... Once again, she saw the ballroom beautifully decorated, full of light. Graceful pairs dancing around dressed in wonderful gowns... She saw OTMA coming her way.

Olga gave her the bracelet, Tatiana, the earnings, Maria, the pearl necklace and Anastasia put a kokoshnik onto her head...

[Y/N]: Someone holds me safe and warm... Horses prance through a silver storm ... Figures dancing gracefully... Still, in my memory...

Her ragged clothes transformed into a beautiful ball gown, the same, that she was wearing at the ball in 1918...
And almost just like then, she danced first with her brother...

[Y/N] : Far away... Long ago...

Then, with her uncle, Sonia's husband, Pietya...

[Y/N] : Glowing dim as an amber...

Then, with Nicholas...

[Y/N] : Things my heart used to know...