Anastasia: Russia's First Czarina

Epilogue

It's been a week since Luka and I had our kiss in the rain, and we couldn't be better, he asked me to marry him. I accepted, so today is the day of our wedding, today we become Tsar and Czarina of Russia. We have chosen to be wed at the Grand Church of the winter palace, it's where my mother and father had their wedding. I'm wearing a shiny silver Romanov gown with beautiful patterns and diamonds all over it, and white fur on the sleeves, a beautiful diamond tiara, a diamond necklace with a massive emerald in the middle with other diamonds around it, my hair is in a nice updo, this was also what my mother wore on her wedding day.

Currently i'm waiting outside the church door but out of sight of the people.

"Anastasia?" I hear a voice behind me.

I turn around to see my grandma, wearing something nice for an old woman.

"You look beautiful, my darling," Grandma says happy.

"I try to do my best," I reply.

"Shall we," Grandma says, offering her hand,

"We shall," I hold her hand.

We walk down the isle of the church together, I see the friendly faces of the people I love. I then meeting the warming eyes of my almost husband, Luka takes my hands from my Grandma and we stand at the altar with the priest before us.

"You look beautiful," Luka tells me.

"Thank you," I giggle.

"We are here today, to celebrate the marriage of Princess Anastasia Romanov and the common man Luka Goldovsky."

The priest wraps the ceremonial fabric around our hands, binding our marriage. Once he removes it Luka and I kiss and smile at the same time.

I look at Luka and hold his hand, we walk back down the isle everyone following us. Once we are out in front of the people stands in front of us.

"Saint Petersburg, I give you Tsar Luka and Czarina Anastasia of Russia," He yells with joy.

he bows moving to the side, allowing photographers able to shoot pictures of us.

We enter the ball room at the Alexander Palace, where the guests erupt in cheers and we walk in as husband and wife. As we stand in the center of the room, romantic music starts to play, Irina Arkhipova starts to sing a beautiful melody. Luka and I dance around the room like we have done it a million times before. I danced with Gilli and others throughout the night, a painter even presented me with a portrait of myself he created inspired from my mothers.

Nine months have passed since my wedding and I couldn't be happier, oh yeah, I forgot to mention i'm due to give birth to my first child, it's 22 of May 1926. I'm talking Feliks in the royal garden, I know I should be resting so no harm comes to the baby, but I need to walk out the stiffness off legs. Then suddenly I feel water rush between my legs, I gasp alerting Feliks's attention.

"Your majesty, are you alright?" Feliks asks.

"The baby, it's coming," I groan.

Feliks hooks his arm under my knees and behind my lower back, carrying me back to my bedroom.

As he sets me down I order him to get Luka, Misha, Sofia, Ella and Granma are already here preparing everything, a second later Luka barges into the room. Granma sits on the bed and holds my hand.

"Anastasia dear, it's time to bring this child into the world."

I grip Luka's hand, and scream when I push and as I feel my baby come out of my body, this goes on for another hour or so. I feel my breaths become slower and I feel weaker, my eyes are glued to the ceiling. Anastasia keep pushing your almost there, I hear Grandma say, I can feel myself slowing fading from the world. As i'm about to close my eyes, I look at the door and I think I saw my three sisters, my eyes return to the ceiling.