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A 'What If' Story
Anastasia twirled around in her coronation gown as the maid and Sophie were admiring how she looked in it.
"It looks wonderful," Sophie says with much enthusiasm.
"Thanks, I am going to show it to Grandmamma," Anastasia says as she hurries up the stairs to her grandmother, who is in her study at the time.
As Anastasia nears the door to the study, she hears Marie talking with someone. As she listens at the door she finds out that it is Dimitri. 'He is probably collecting the reward money' she thinks with much remorse and anger as she listens to their conversation.
"You sent for me Your Grace," Dimitri says with a bow.
"Ten million rubles, as promised with my gratitude," Marie says gesturing toward the suitcase of money.
Anastasia is just about to turn away from the door when she hears Dimitri's reply.
"I accept your gratitude Your Highness, but I don't want the money," he says.
Anastasia gasps at hearing this. 'Why isn't he accepting the money, I thought that was what he wanted,' Anasta
Anastasia RomanovSetting: The Russian Place, 1922
Facts that should be known about before reading: 1) This was a thought that came to me after watching the movie Anastasia
2) This is a "what if..." As in "What if the Russian revolution didn't happen and the Romonov's had lived an extra **** years?"
3) I didn't really do a whole lot of research because this is based off of the movie if anything
4) I understand that Anastasia did die
Anastasia Point of view:
"Your Grand Duchess Anastasia!" one of the male servants called as I walked into the room with my golden gown.
I put on a fake smile and walked down the steps of the place onto the ball room floor. I curtsied to the men and women of the room. The music started playing again. I smiled as a man came up to me and asked for my hand to dance. I smiled yet again and nodded as he spun me onto the dance floor.
He spun me around and I trie
My Name is Olga- Chapter 1Chapter 1: The Little Grand Duchesses
"Girls! Come here!" frantically called Miss Eager, darting about the Alexander Palace
I heard her voice, but was much too busy to answer her. It was 1901, and I was five.
Listen now as my early childhood memories unfold.
My little sisters, Tatiana and Maria, were distracting me by shouting and running about the playroom. Tatiana, who was almost four at the time, was frolicking and singing, "I'm the princess! You are my servants!" Little Maria toddled around, babbling as babies do.
I sat quietly in my favorite chair, a wooden rocking chair with a cozy red cushion. My young mind was caught up in the pages of a picture book, when suddenly, the doors burst open.
There stood Miss Eager, bearing a smile so large that even my little sisters stopped what they were doing and looked up at our nurse.
"Grand Duchesses," she announced. "I have great news. Your presence is requested in your mother's bedroom immediately. Come, let's go."
Our nurse carried Maria i
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