Anastasia "Stacey" Alexandra Yekaterina Romanova (nee Feodorovna in New York) has lived in Manhattan, New York for as long as she could remember. She knew nothing about her past, or having royal ties with the infamous Russian royal family. She had n...
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I was peacefully asleep until my phone started buzzing on my nightstand. The noise startled me awake and I frowned, slightly bleary-eyed by the sudden noise. I found myself turning over on my back before rolling over on my right side and turning on my bedside lamp before getting to the phone.
"Who the hell is calling me at four o'clock in the morning?" I grumbled to myself, clearly bitter about being awoken so early. I tried rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I tried hard to wake up. "It better be serious. I don't want to be woken up for no reason."
I didn't bother looking at the profile picture to indicate who was calling me.
"Hello?" I said, trying to not sound too annoyed.
"Stacey," said the voice of Geoffrey.
My mind became a bit more clearer when it sounded like he was getting close to crying. That made me concerned because it was very hard to make Geoffrey cry. It had to take a lot of force to do something that would make him upset and be near tears.
"Geoffrey? Are you okay? What happened?!" I demanded anxiously. My immediate thought was that someone had hurt him.
"It's — It's Queen Elizabeth II," he answered, his voice choking up even more. "She — She's gone."
"Gone?" I echoed, confused.
What the hell did that mean?
"Stace. She's dead," he answered quietly.
Silence followed, stretching from seconds, to minutes.
I had no idea what to say. Last time I saw her, she seemed to be doing fine! No problems whatsoever. Why did it have to be now? Just shortly after Geoffrey and I graduated high school? My mind went blank, nearly numb. My mouth went dry as I realized what Geoffrey had just said.
"Oh, Geoffrey," I murmured quietly, letting everything sink in.
"Can you please come over? I'll let the guards know that they should be expecting a girl with red hair and blue eyes to arrive shortly. Please come over?" I smiled softly to myself. I knew that I could never say 'no' to Geoffrey. He's just too innocent.
"Alright, Geoffrey," I answered. I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and slid my feet into my silk slippers. "I'm coming."
"Thank you, Stace. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"I'm heading out of my room now, Geoff. Hang in there for me, please."
"I — I'll try," he stammered.
I ended the call and put my phone away. I found myself packing a small duffle bag for the night at Windsor. I didn't pack much, though. I figured that I'd be coming back to Yekaterina the next day.
