Heart Don't Fail Me Now || Anya/Anastasia

03

❄️The rumours never end.❄️

"Y/N?" Gleb looked confused to see his sister here. She rarely ever came unless it was something important.

"Gleb," She fidgeted with her hands. She normally told him many things. Such as each and every girl who claimed to be Anastasia Romanov. But she felt different, guilty almost for telling him. But she had to. It would have made her father proud, "There's another girl is claiming to be Anastasia."

"Agh, she's probably dead," he shrugged, losing interest in his frantic looking sister, "they're all just imposters who only act for the money and royalty -"

"- I know but she's — different somehow." Y/N murmured, "she has amnesia. She doesn't remember who she was. Or almost anything to do with her past."

"Then how does she even know if she is Anastasia?" He scoffed, looking at her as if she was insane.

"She remembered something we didn't even tell her. Well, Dmitri and Vlad. I wasn't paying much attention. All I did is calm her down after she had an outburst of sorts," she explained.

"Well maybe she was a servant or something along the lines," Gleb glanced down at Y/N.

"Gleb, just listen to me for once." She grumbled out. "You listen to those other girls — why not me?"

"It's just.. unlikely, I guess." He shrugged, turning his head to the side, "Well anyways, Y/N. Go on back and tell me when you have some actual true answers."

"Fine then," she breathed, zipping her coat back up. "Just know, when I come back, the news might be about that girl," Y/N started to walk away from him.

Gleb lightly rolled his eyes, "Alright then — wait, what was her name?"

Y/N paused, debating on responding to him, "Anya."

"Her-" Gleb turned to Y/N, now interested. "Bring her here?"

"I don't -"

"- Y/N if she really is Anastasia, we'd have to kill her anyways," he narrowed his gaze, "don't forget that."

"Okay," She quietly said. "B-but I can't, she won't trust me if I do."

"Lead her out, and then I'll take care of her."

Y/N ran her fingers through her hair then nodded, "Where do you want me to lead her to?"

"Maybe the park," he thought, "Yeah. Do that. And don't worry, I can tell you're fond of her. I'll only give her a warning." He turned away, his back facing her.

"Mkay. Thank you." Y/N waved goodbye to her brother, now wanting to get away as quickly as possible.

"Anya?" Y/N lightly said, looking at the tired girl in front of her.

"Hmm?" She rubbed her eyes, looking up at her, sleepily.

"You don't have to do this —" she paused, as if looking for the right thing to say. "You know. I can tell you're tired and all-"

"-I know. But I need to find out who I really am." Anya was obviously determined, and Y/N knew she couldn't talk her out of this whole Anastasia rumour.