chiicca
Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any mistakes!! >.<
Anya was on a school trip in Saint Peterborough when everything started. She and her class were visiting the Winter Palace, an interesting topic they were studying in history, when the guide started talking again about which italian guy created the columns. Boredom took over her and she decided to wander off.
That's when she entered the Tsarina's private chambers, where a display with personal items laid on it stood.
A necklace caught Anya's eyes, and, in a moment of pure curiosity, she extended a hand towards it.
The instant her finger touched the stone's surface, an icy cold feeling expanded from her hand to her heart.
When she looked back at the corridor where she came from, a figure was there, a figure that she didn't see before, at least is real life.
When she finally noticed who they were, an impossible thought popped in her head.
Because mere feet away from her, Aleksandra Fëdorovna Romanova stood, the last Tsarina of Russia herself.
Or, her ghost.