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Hello all! You can call me Em! I’m 28, so there will be nsfw topics on here. This is also a blend of a historical and musical muse, I rp as Anya/Anastasia and the other Romanov children. Everything can be found below, if you have any questions just shoot me an ask. I don’t bite
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He was used to seeing Alexei’s handwriting on the envelopes that have arrived frequently from his favourite Romanov, however the moment he saw the telegram and Alexandra’s name on it, without even reading the words he sensed that something was wrong. Although he was convinced the countryside would do good to Alexei’s health, a possible injury in the young man’s life was almost inevitable, unless he’d have spent his entire life in a bed but that could hardly be expected from him!
Rasputin doubted that the message would have exaggerated the symptoms and the kind of pain Alexei was in, so right after he wrote a quick telegram (mainly sending his prays) back to the family, he wasted no time and traveled to the Romanov’s new home at the countryside.
Against his born with illness, Rasputin has always thought that Alexei was strong and he believed as soon as he’d arrive he could heal him, just like he did several times in the past.
The journey wasn’t delayed by anything, and he was convinced he has arrived to the family in time. In the moment the troika has stopped Rasputin got off the vehicle and hurried towards the house’s entrance.
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Before he’d have taken any steps further towards the bed, he placed his right hand onto the tsarina’s shoulder, already feeling how worked up she’s become which did no good to the patient at all. “I am here now—your son is in good hands. You did the right thing when you contacted me instead of a doctor, they do nothing but a negligent job.” Rasputin was aware that the first step to Alexei’s healing was to calm his mother down as much as it was possible. “Trust in me…. Now make the boy some ginger tea, till I examine him.” His low voice and suggestive deep look were all methods which most of the time helped in soothing others. For now after gently squeezing her shoulder his hand slipped off it and now he focused his attention fully on the young man.
“My dear boy.” Rasputin eventually placed his coat onto an armchair along with his ushanka, before he approached the bed, put his bag onto the edge of it and pulled the blanket away to examine Alexei more thoroughly. “You had your injuries as a little boy too, but you’ve always stood up in the end, so that you could play with your sisters…” He placed one of his hand above Alexei’s injured knee before he turned to face him. “…and that’s exactly what will happen again. Just listen to my voice and let go off the pain, Alexei.” He reached out to check his temperature with the back of his palm as he placed it against his forehead, not breaking the eye contact. “Let God’s healing energy flow through you.” Against all the bad-mouth at court his goal with Alexei’s healing wasn’t position nor fame as now he had nothing to gain, but he genuinely cared about Alexandra’s son’s health.
While he kept the eye contact, he reached inside his bag for a small phial. After undoing the bandage on the boy’s knee, he popped the phial open and poured some of the yarrow tincture onto the wound, before he slipped it back inside his bag. “Do you remember when I took you and the girls out sleighing behind the palace?” Beside attempting to hypnotize the boy he believed that reminiscing helped to ease someone as well.
Alexei watched as his mother seemed to calm down as Grigori spoke. She nodded gently, mumbling a small thank before going to get the tea ready. He was always surprised by how easy the monk made it seem to keep her calm. Truth be told, he never liked the doctors that had come to him in the past, they’d poke and prod and felt like they made things worse.
As Rasputin looked over him, Alexei found himself sighing softly. There had been a point when he was a young teenager where it almost felt impossible for him to walk for a while. His father and mother had to help him around for the most, and they feared he wouldn’t walk again. However, somehow he had gotten better just before they had been sent to their house in the country. He may have had to rely on a cane every now and then, but he could walk. If he lost his mobility now, the young man wasn’t sure what he would do.
As the other poured the concoction onto his knee, Alexei leaned back, his mind slipping back to his childhood. It was almost distant memories now. “I remember how excited Anastasia was.” He managed out after a moment, a small smile forming on his face finally. “It was fun, being outside and being able to play like that.” Oh, on any other occasion he wouldn’t have been able to do that. Thinking back to the things he had been able to do though made him relax a little, the pain in his leg seeming to ease then as well.
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Anya had been on her own for several years now, having been found by nuns and taken care of before being sent off to find work on her own. It was no easy feat finding a job, so when she was able to get her current one, she couldn’t pass it up. Sure, it didn’t pay much, but it was enough to get by for now and that was all she needed. Even with the snowfall, she bundled up in the only thick coat she had, a gift from one of the nuns, and worked through it.
Most days, she kept to herself unless she was spoken to. Most people didn’t speak to one another these days anyway. It was an odd feeling. However, the feeling of being watched washed over her and she lifted her head, still sweeping as she spotted someone in the crowd. Furrowing her brows, she adjusted her hat before getting back to sweeping. The man almost seemed familiar to her in a way. His dusty coat and long beard. Before she could say anything however, he was gone. Like a ghost.
Odd. She thought, blinking slightly before finishing her day. Where she was living now was nothing to brag about. She had gotten lucky that she was only sharing it with a small family of three. However, they were expecting more to move in soon. That was the normal now. Sharing an apartment with several people at once. Sure, it would get crowded, but it was almost like she had a little family of her own somewhat. And that comforted her, even when she was trying to sleep in the middle of the night and the couple’s child would wake up.
The next day, Anya was back to work early. At least her boss knew she was a hard and dedicated worker. However, the man from the day before was there again and even approached her this time. She was confused to say the least. “I-I’m sorry, do I know you, sir?” Anya questioned gently. He seemed to know her, that was for sure by the way he spoke. But for the life of her she couldn’t place a name or where she would know him from. Most things from before were blurry at most. “Forgive me if I knew you from earlier in my life, my memories are all hazy and I don’t remember much. Have we met before?”
Her response shocked him, to say the least. Whether it was the terror or a hit to the head by those bolshevik bastards which caused her memory loss, he didn’t think it’d have been a wise idea to flood her with the truth. “We used to know each other, yes…quite a few years ago.” Rasputin wasn’t sure how much he could say without overwhelming her with the truth. “You’re telling me you don’t remember anything? No names, no memories?” He wasn’t doubting her, he was only curious to know how severe her memory loss was, whether it to be temporary or permanent.
As he glanced at the broom then back at her, it pained him to see her like nothing but a penniless orphan, when she was a grand duchess! “The young girl I used to know most certainly wouldn’t have taken a broom in her hands. She was good at making a mess but not so much cleaning it up.” He mused for a moment as he thought back of what kind of a child Anastasia was.
He wasn’t sure how well informed she was about the past events, especially the media found joy in twisting the truth about him, but he couldn’t just lie or keep a secret of his identity therefore he decided to tell her. “My name is Rasputin. I don’t know what you heard or remember of me, but I have good intentions.” He was aware of some rumors spread either by bolsheviks or people like Yusupov, that he was an enemy of the Romanovs and wanted nothing more than their downfall, but all of that was a big lie. If he couldn’t save the family, he wished that at least he will get the chance to help Anastasia now.
“Are you on your own? Or…are you in contact with any relatives or friends?” It’d truly have been a blessing if the rest of the family would have survived but he feared that was impossible.
Anya only knitted her brows together more as he spoke, trying to remember anything she could. Instead, all she could do was shake her head and frown lightly. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t recall anything.” It was a terrible feeling however, not being able to remember who you were or anything about your family or people you may have known, which apparently she had known him.
At the comment about her, her nose wrinkled and she couldn’t help but laugh slightly. “Oh, I’m still good at that if that’s the case,” Anya noted. “But jobs are hard to come by these days, I had to take what I could get.” Being a street sweeper wasn’t her first choice for a job, let alone her top five, but it made money and it was simple. But this man had known her when she was a child? What had she been like then?
“The nuns said I was quite the handful for a while,” she noted, so maybe this man had actually known her. Not that she was denying that. Rasputin. The name sounded familiar though at least. For now at least, he was the closest thing she had to family or something similar to it, so she wasn’t going to question anything. “I’m on my own, I’m not aware of any relatives that I know of. I’m actually sharing a small place with a small family nearby.” She pointed down the street towards her building. It wasn’t a terrible place to live, but it wasn’t the best. But at least it was her and the small family for now. She knew of at least almost eight people living in the apartment next door. Things could be worse than they were, so she was always grateful.
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Anya swallowed, trying to calm herself, but was finding it hard to. There was no question of whether she was sure or not. It was definite. Her eyes landed on the file, staring down at it as she listened. That was right. She made her own decisions now. There was no one to order her around or make her do anything anymore.
Reaching out, she carefully pulled the file to her, eyes never leaving it. She could probably burn a hole into it with how intensely she was staring. A shiver ran down her spine as she hesitated to open it for a moment. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to wait til later, and she couldn’t just throw the thing in the fire. “No, I’m reading it.” Anya decided as she opened the file slowly, eyes falling to the contents in it. There were several pages, which was to be expected since she had been with HYDRA for so long.
Her brows knitted together as she felt her jaw clench. Already she could feel her heart beating faster. She had more to her name, but this was not what she expected. ‘Name. Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova. Codename. Banshee.’ Below all the technical writing were excerpts it looked like, about her, starting in 1918. ‘Subject was found at a nunnery on the outskirts of Ekaterinburg after the events of Ipatiev House. She had crawled through the snowstorm bleeding. Does not show signs of mutations or super human abilities like Nicholas. Lenin ordered to keep an eye on her. Will start experimenting.’ At the bottom of the first page, it was signed Yurovsky.
She felt herself blink, taking in the information she was reading. This…this couldn’t be right. Her? Royalty? Anya wanted to laugh, to break into a smile and think it completely absurd. There was no way she was the daughter of Nicholas II, let alone, Anastasia. Right? And if this name meant anything, then the man who had shot the royal family, her family, had been her handler. Anya looked up to Bucky then, brows furrowed. “Is this a joke?” she asked finally.
He nodded slowly, watching her as she picked up the file. He had a passing thought that maybe he should leave the room and give her some privacy, but he dismissed it. Reading a file about a life you don’t remember that was supposedly yours can be overwhelming. If she had a bad reaction to everything, he’d rather be there to try to deescalate the situation before it got out of hand. He still took a step back, like giving her more space would really change a thing about how she would react to what was printed on those papers.
He didn’t stop to go through her file extensively, just scanned over some of the pages to figure out where they were keeping her. Her name didn’t even ring any bells, he didn’t think anything of it besides the fact that she was clearly Russian. It wasn’t until he saw her face that pieces started to fall together and he realized who she was. He’d stood side by side with her and never once truly knew who he was fighting with on all those missions. Banshee. That was all the Winter Soldier knew. He didn’t know her real name, or her nickname, only her given code name. He didn’t know the details of her capture or how HYDRA got their hands on her.
He didn’t realize he had been staring until her eyes lifted to meet his once again. “No, it’s not a joke. That’s your file.” It’s not surprising she questioned it. It’d be hard to wrap your head around any former life you didn’t remember, he knew that intimately. But her story was so unique. “Are you,” He paused, tilting his head slightly to the side before beginning again, “Are you alright? I can go into the other room if you want to be alone.”
Anya didn't know what to say for a moment, her eyes falling back to the file as she read over it again and again. She flipped the first page and kept reading. '1923, Subject is finally showing signs of mutation. Her powers seem to be centered in her voice. Her scream has cause a dozen of my men to either go deaf or their ears to bleed. She does not remember who she was before, I have been writing to Lenin about using her to our advantage.' She swallowed, her jaw setting slightly. "I just found out I'm a Grand Duchess, would you be alright?" She huffed slightly.
She ran her hands through her hair as she tried to keep herself calm. Granted, that was hard to do. Those faces she had seen all these years...they were the royal family. Her family. Her sisters, Olga, Tatiana, Maria and her brother Alexei. It felt like her heart was going to burst from her chest. They were dead then. And she really did have no one left. After a moment, she pushed the file away, shutting it as she felt her jaw stiffen. If she were being honest, she didn’t want to be alone right now. She was already alone, but this, this was almost too much at once.
For years, she had thought she was just a normal orphan girl, or a normal girl who had gotten separated from her family. Not once did she ever stop to think of herself as a Grand Duchess. A Romanov. “I was seventeen years old when they took my family into that basement. Seventeen,” Anya murmured as she swallowed. She needed a drink or something strong to hold her together. All those years, Yakov Yurovsky had been her handler, monitoring her and testing her, using her. The urge to vomit hit her, but she fought it back.
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Summer in St. Petersburg was always her favorite and when her father sent her to the palace to spend the entire season, excitement was in the air everywhere. It was her second season in court and although the first one had been in England, it had been an absolute disaster and all she could hope for is the place that she felt kinship to would treat her a bit better even though she was half American.
Kara had been sending letters all winter to her best friend Anya about all the things that they’d do and her last letter had included a picture of her family. Of course Kara couldn’t wait to see Anya again but she had given her heart to her friends brother. He was handsome and she couldn’t help but notice his striking blue eyes that matched her own. She’d wanted to write letters telling Anya about how beautiful children of the two of them would be but she wasn’t sure, being the crown prince who he’d be promised to, all princes had marrages arranged for them. Maybe Kara should talk to her father about doing the same thing.
As she made her way to the garden, arm and arm with her friend. Kara couldn’t help but smile when she introduced her to Prince Alexei. She swallowed hard, cheeks flushed as she curstied, “your heinous. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you from your sister. I’m Karina Stark. I’ll be staying here for the season. Will you be around the palace this summer or are you just stopping in?”
Alexei had to force himself not to roll his eyes. Of course it had been George. Though as she spoke, he found himself smiling gently. It wouldn't be hard to love her. He had no doubt he'd be able to deliver on that. However, he was quite surprised by the small kiss Kara leaned up and gave him, his heart starting to beat faster as he looked down at her warmly. Alexei moved his hand and cupped her face gently before pulling her close for a proper kiss. "There, something to hold you over until dinner." He whispered as he pulled back, grinning mischievously down at her.
After finishing in the garden, Alexei had been called back inside by his father. Apparently, some of the Duma and his father's advisors were starting to grow worried about the strain on relations that had come about from the Great War. Mainly those with Germany and England. Alexei had already spoken his mind on these matters before, but he could tell his father was always hesitant to put his foot down entirely, especially when it concerned his cousin in England. However, new concerns arose with Germany however. After cousin Wilhelm's abdication and the new elections, the Social Democratic Party seemed to be remaining popular in the country.
A few among the Duma were concerned however. The young tsarevich didn't think much of it. The idea that Germany would start another war had even been mentioned in hushed whispers and Alexei found himself looking to his father with furrowed brows. Nicholas merely shook his head. "Gentlemen, now isn't the time for this. We will always be prepared, should something happen, but for now, it's growing late," his father stated, ushering the advisors towards the door. The young man pursed his lips and sighed softly. "You're still too gentle with them father, these matters should have been brought up earlier at the military council." Alexei noted as the tsar came back. The elder man shook his head. "You'll understand in due time, son. Now, I believe dinner is almost ready, we should go and get ready."
The two left, going their separate ways to freshen up. Alexei wasn't the first to the dining room however, his mother and Anastasia were already there, as was Maria. Grabbing a glass of wine, he took a sip before he went to join them. Dinner was being brought out and set at the table and it wasn't long before his father came in, along with his other two sisters. His eyes fell behind them though to Karina and he smiled softly.
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Tatiana had been sitting at her desk, writing another letter. She pursed her lips, rereading what she had written before crumpling up the paper and tossing it aside. Grabbing another piece of paper, she started her letter again before the sound of yelling could be heard from the hallway. She furrowed her brows and stood, heading to the doorway of her room and peeking around the corner. It seemed to have attracted the attention of her sisters, Anastasia and Maria who were looking out of their room too. Olga had walked down from the library and was standing in the hallway now.
It was their father. Normally, he would never show his anger, not even if he knew anyone else was around. He would go to his office and discuss things there, but whatever had happened had been enough to set him off. Had Alexei been hurt again? Or was something going on with the Duma? Tatiana turned to Olga, knitting her brows together. “What’s going on?” she whispered, to which the eldest sister shrugged slightly. Maria and Anastasia had disappeared back into their room leaving the two girls.
When things seemed to quiet down, that was when Olga headed back to her book to the library, leaving Tatiana in the hallway concerned. She took a quiet few steps over towards the stairs and looked down. Her father’s shadow could still be seen, along with two other shadows. Frowning slightly, she wondered if she should check on him, but soon stopped herself when she turned and saw the family’s friend, Grigori, standing on the stairway now.
“Is everything alright?” Tatiana questioned softly. Perhaps he would know what was going on and quiet her fears.
@shyybzikx for Anastasia
After all what has happened, the wisest would have been to leave, not only St. Petersburg but his home country as well. Since he had to worry about more enemies than ever. God has given his life back, and he shouldn’t have gambled with it no more, yet something, as if it was an inner inexplicable feeling told him to stay.
Unlike his natural self he’s learned to keep a low profile, and while it’d have been the easiest to seek shelter at the Romanov family, they were no longer in the palace. And the devastating news by time has reached him, what the bolsheviks celebrated, caused great pain to the once famous healer. Deep down he was hoping and waiting for a time when he could reunite with family, but they were all gone.
His thick coat, now lost from its past glory and was covered with holes, the once rich fabric was nothing but weary and dirty. Rasputin buttoned in its top button since the snowing became heavier as he was walking down along the cobbled road. His eyes briefly ran along the people, with a numb look on his face however he stopped in the moment he spotted someone…someone he knew very well…a face he’d have recognized anytime. “Anastasia…” The name quietly left his dried out lips, which couldn’t be heard by anyone, only the misty cloud caused by his breath indicated that he’s spoken.
The news were clear that all the Romanovs were dead—but he was not one to doubt what he saw with his own eyes. Guilt overwhelmed him in that moment…he didn’t join the family when they needed him the most…but it provided some comfort to see that she was alive. Seeing her swiping the street wasn’t something what a grand duchess should be doing but times have changed. He should have approached her right then and there, but instead of doing so he walked on, not even looking back.
What he had no courage or will to do the other day he gathered, on the next one, and much to his luck again saw her on one of the streets. He approached her this time without a second thought. “It fills my heart with joy to see that God has saved you.” He didn’t step too close to her and he wished she would rather remember him as a good friend of the family rather than an enemy.
Anya had been on her own for several years now, having been found by nuns and taken care of before being sent off to find work on her own. It was no easy feat finding a job, so when she was able to get her current one, she couldn't pass it up. Sure, it didn’t pay much, but it was enough to get by for now and that was all she needed. Even with the snowfall, she bundled up in the only thick coat she had, a gift from one of the nuns, and worked through it.
Most days, she kept to herself unless she was spoken to. Most people didn’t speak to one another these days anyway. It was an odd feeling. However, the feeling of being watched washed over her and she lifted her head, still sweeping as she spotted someone in the crowd. Furrowing her brows, she adjusted her hat before getting back to sweeping. The man almost seemed familiar to her in a way. His dusty coat and long beard. Before she could say anything however, he was gone. Like a ghost.
Odd. She thought, blinking slightly before finishing her day. Where she was living now was nothing to brag about. She had gotten lucky that she was only sharing it with a small family of three. However, they were expecting more to move in soon. That was the normal now. Sharing an apartment with several people at once. Sure, it would get crowded, but it was almost like she had a little family of her own somewhat. And that comforted her, even when she was trying to sleep in the middle of the night and the couple’s child would wake up.
The next day, Anya was back to work early. At least her boss knew she was a hard and dedicated worker. However, the man from the day before was there again and even approached her this time. She was confused to say the least. “I-I’m sorry, do I know you, sir?” Anya questioned gently. He seemed to know her, that was for sure by the way he spoke. But for the life of her she couldn’t place a name or where she would know him from. Most things from before were blurry at most. “Forgive me if I knew you from earlier in my life, my memories are all hazy and I don’t remember much. Have we met before?”
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He was used to seeing Alexei’s handwriting on the envelopes that have arrived frequently from his favourite Romanov, however the moment he saw the telegram and Alexandra’s name on it, without even reading the words he sensed that something was wrong. Although he was convinced the countryside would do good to Alexei’s health, a possible injury in the young man’s life was almost inevitable, unless he’d have spent his entire life in a bed but that could hardly be expected from him!
Rasputin doubted that the message would have exaggerated the symptoms and the kind of pain Alexei was in, so right after he wrote a quick telegram (mainly sending his prays) back to the family, he wasted no time and traveled to the Romanov’s new home at the countryside.
Against his born with illness, Rasputin has always thought that Alexei was strong and he believed as soon as he’d arrive he could heal him, just like he did several times in the past.
The journey wasn’t delayed by anything, and he was convinced he has arrived to the family in time. In the moment the troika has stopped Rasputin got off the vehicle and hurried towards the house’s entrance.
It had been a simple accident. He and Maria had been out walking around their house in the countryside, taking in the fresh air when he had simply tripped and fell. Alexei had cursed himself so many times after that. Their mother panicked right away of course. Though, she always had reason to worry, he would never blame her for that. However, when the scrape from his knee still refused to stop bleeding and the bruising around his leg got worse, that was when he himself began to worry.
Alexei was lying in bed, gritting his teeth from the pain again. Maybe this would be it, the accident that would take him. He had only just gotten his mobility back really, that was why he had Maria with him while they were walking outside. He had thought she would be one to make sure something didn’t happen. Not that he was blaming her. Just that she was more responsible than Anastasia.
He could hear his mother’s panicked voice outside his room, which caused him to rub his temple in frustration. He knew she had sent word to Rasputin. Alexei had been close to the monk when he was a child and had kept writing him after everything that had happened to the family, the man had been someone he could confide in and rely on. However, the young Romanov wasn’t sure the monk could help him now like he did all those years ago.
“His fever has fluctuated constantly -,” his mother opened the door and looked to him worriedly. “Alexei, how are you feeling now? Our friend is here. I told you he would come.” Letting his hand fall back to his lap, Alexei looked from his mother to the monk and gave a small shrug.
“It hasn’t gotten worse.” But it hadn’t gotten better.
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He hesitated, eyes on her, taking in the physical symptoms of what was clearly distress. Her hands shaking, the tears in her eyes. She deserved to know about her past, to have that given back to her after it was stolen just as much as he did. That didn’t mean it was easy. On bad moments, he’s found himself wondering if it would be better to not know a thing about whoever James Barnes was at all. He’d never be that man again, but knowing who he was, remembering– it brought a sense of ownership over himself.
His best chance of making sure she agreed to join him was to make sure she was angry enough at HYDRA to want to destroy every last piece of them. He’s sure what’s in that file would seal the deal before he even asked. That type of anger, though, it can ruin a person. He would know. That wasn’t what he wanted when he released her. The goal was to get her out of HYDRA’s grasp, so she can live her own life with her own decisions. Having her join him was secondary.
“You have to be completely sure about this. Whatever you read in here, you can’t unlearn.” He set the folder down onto the table and slid it over to her. “You can read it now, or later, or we can throw it in the fire and never speak of it again. You make your own decisions now. Just be sure.”
Anya swallowed, trying to calm herself, but was finding it hard to. There was no question of whether she was sure or not. It was definite. Her eyes landed on the file, staring down at it as she listened. That was right. She made her own decisions now. There was no one to order her around or make her do anything anymore.
Reaching out, she carefully pulled the file to her, eyes never leaving it. She could probably burn a hole into it with how intensely she was staring. A shiver ran down her spine as she hesitated to open it for a moment. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to wait til later, and she couldn’t just throw the thing in the fire. “No, I’m reading it.” Anya decided as she opened the file slowly, eyes falling to the contents in it. There were several pages, which was to be expected since she had been with HYDRA for so long.
Her brows knitted together as she felt her jaw clench. Already she could feel her heart beating faster. She had more to her name, but this was not what she expected. ‘Name. Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova. Codename. Banshee.’ Below all the technical writing were excerpts it looked like, about her, starting in 1918. ‘Subject was found at a nunnery on the outskirts of Ekaterinburg after the events of Ipatiev House. She had crawled through the snowstorm bleeding. Does not show signs of mutations or super human abilities like Nicholas. Lenin ordered to keep an eye on her. Will start experimenting.’ At the bottom of the first page, it was signed Yurovsky.
She felt herself blink, taking in the information she was reading. This...this couldn’t be right. Her? Royalty? Anya wanted to laugh, to break into a smile and think it completely absurd. There was no way she was the daughter of Nicholas II, let alone, Anastasia. Right? And if this name meant anything, then the man who had shot the royal family, her family, had been her handler. Anya looked up to Bucky then, brows furrowed. “Is this a joke?” she asked finally.
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