For the second time this year, the church bells rang. For yet the birth of another "Royal" child as the Russian protectors child had been called. The beautiful chimes sounding out through the cold country. As the people of Petergof, Russia watched the newborn be strolled into Alexander palace.
Snow flutter around the wagon carrying the small infant and her imitating father. The only noises being the small snores from the young infants mouth and the crunching of snow from underneath the wagon. Russia shimmered in the small beam of light in the early morning, but work was never to stop, no matter the time of day. Ivan knew his boss, Nicholas II, the tsar of Russia would be upset with even his most loyal guard, protector, country, having a girl. Only five months ago had he had his own fourth daughter, the very person his daughter was named after, Anastasia. Ivan had to admit, he had immediately grown to the youngest Romanov, possibly questioning whether his own Anya or the royal Anastasia was his top priority, but he choose to shake away that thought.
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Jumping out of his own thoughts by the loud squeak of the wagon, he knew he had arrived. The bright yellow exterior of the palace slightly blinding his eyes. "Спасибо, добрый сэр" (Thank you, kind sir) he thanked the man, before tightly wrapping his infant child in a warm blanket so she would not freeze, as she had only weighed as much as daisy and was only a few hours old. The priest had said she was blessed, being born on the day of the eldest grand duchess, Olga, who was her god mother, and born on the youngest Romanov's year. Ivan could simply only hope, she would not go through the same pain as he had endured over his many years
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(Infant Anya ^)
Sighing, he opened the large door to the Romanov palace, being immediately met with each current member of the Romanov family. The Tsar Nicholas II, The Tsarina Alexandra, The eldest grand duchess, Olga, The second youngest, Tatiana, The third, Maria, and finally the newest born Anastasia, who stuck her cubby arm out to try to snatch the honey haired colored infants pink bow. "Ivan" The tsar began, his voice steady, calm and confident "You have brought a beautiful daughter into the world as your first born child" The tsarina started back up for him "And naming this sweet newborn after our own is an honor" she hummed, gently stroking the infants head "You are part of this family as you've been for years and she is no exception" Looking down at her oldest who gave a toothy grin "She's officially a Romanov!"
