CHAPTER III (THE UNEXPECTED ACQUAINTANCE)
It was pouring. I'm standing right in front of the once magnificent gates of the palace. Surprisingly, there weren't any guards today. It's probably the rain, I thought. I sneak my way around the palace gates. It was easier than I thought. As I navigated my way to the inside, I contemplated of turning back. But I pushed those thoughts down and continued with the goal. Getting through the gates was easy. Going inside the palace is harder than I thought.
The doors were all chained and locked.I can't afford to stay here too long. But then I remember that there was a door that led to the kitchen. It was what we used to get out of the palace. If memory serves me well, the door to that kitchen was in wreck. They probably had covered it, but let's just hope. Hope. That word always made me feel bitter. And as always, I shake it out my head. That kitchen was located on the right side of the palace. Maids used that to deliver some necessities inside the palace for consumption. The dry leaves crunched under my boots, and it made me feel a lot better, having that sound, rather than enduring the silence. As I expected, the kitchen was still there. Once I have found the entrance , I'm surprised that no one even dared to block it out. BUt there could also be the possibility that someone could be staying here. There were a few vandals on the wall, and it was probably during the revolt. I climbed the stairs as slowly as i can, making sure not to make a any loud noises. I navigated my way up to the main room. I passed a few hallways that made me think of what was before.
Suddenly I can hear Aleksei's laughter echo, and I turned around finding myself alone. No, this can't be happening. Then I heard Tatiania and Olga's voice ringing in my ear as they call out my name. The room was spinning.I tried to block all of those noises. But it only made it worse. Someone help me, i thought. There was pressure building in my stomach. It's probably due to the memories that had swarm my head instantly that I wanted to vomit. My hands came leaning against the wall as I crouch. I feel the bile rising. But what I felt most was the pain that I was feeling deep in my chest. My right hand found the area, and squeezed it as if there was something that needed to be taken out. It felt as if it was killing me. Probably it was. I loved them. And losing them like that. Seeing how they suffered. I just wanted to be with them. My eyes started to sting. Along with the echoes I could hear my heavy breathing. I tried to convince myself that this isn't the time to think of something that could waiver my intention in coming here. I slowly stood up while having deep slow breaths. That's right. My anxiety might be eating me away, but I will not waiver.
I continued walking the hallway to the main room. It was still as beautiful. Although dust and scraps have found its way inside the room. The color stained glass walls. The chandeliers. I used to love this room. But what halted me in my tracks was the big frame that hung in the middle of the room. Between the stairs that stretched on both sides, hung the picture painting of my family. I slowly made my way to the stairs.
My boots was making a squeaking sound against the tile dust floor. I can still hear the pattering noise that the rain against the windows. It was chilly, yet warm. I never took my eyes off the painting. That's why I was caught by surprise when a guy grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him. The initial thought was that he's handsome. He was too handsome. He wore jagged and normal clothing. "Are you finished inspecting me your highness?" he had deep voice. But when he said the last line, my heart made a jump. Not because he made it flutter, but because I finally realized that I had placed my guard down. Who is this guy, and how did he know who I am? "What did you just say?" I countered back. "Don't get me wrong, you don't look like a princess but you're beautiful. And I was joking." He said. He even tightened his hand around my arm. "But who are you and how did you got inside this place? It's dangerous out here. Women like you shouldn't be inside this horrid place. Alone".
He's trying to scare me. That's what he's trying to do. So I did what I do best. I Stomped on his boot and punch his stomach as hard I can. Hearing him wheeze, made me do a small victory dance inside my head. "First, don't grab me. Second, as tall as you might be, I'm not scared of you. As you can see I can handle myself pretty well. Thank you very much." He looked at me as if I've grown an extra head. I can't help but smile. He was holding his stomach as he was crouched down on his knees, staring at me deadly in the eyes. He looks adorable. Anya knock it off will you, I thought. This is no time to fool around. So I immediately cleared the smile off my face. I started to raise my fist to attack him one more time, but before I could land a second punch, a loud voice made me stop midair.
"Enough! Dimitri, stand up. I would say you deserve it, but still, well done in defending yourself from a girl" Then it laughed. A loud hearty laugh that could scare away all the remaining ghost in this place. I turned to the right side of the stairs and there, I saw a man with curly grey hair. But what caught my attention was the name that he had said. The guy he referred to.
"Nikolai, great timing, why won't you be a good buddy and hold her for me will ya". The name that this Nikolai had said, made me stand there frozen. Dimitri. "You're Dimitri? Dimitri Avdeev?" I asked him as I slowly turned to him. Upon seeing his facial expression I can clearly say that he is already thinking a thousand ways on how I knew who he was. And half of it probably consist of how he could kill me in different ways.
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FanfictionAnastasia Nicholaevna -Romanov. She should've been dead, along with the Romanov family. But with the new regime, power was transferred to it's people. But Anastasia did not care about that one bit. She was only interested in the truth behind her fam...
