Short Anastasia and Dimitri Thing because YES
I woke up in our small cabin on the boat. Today is the day! We’d get to see everyone again! “Dimitri! Dimitri! Dimitri Antonov wake up!” I whisper yelled. I gently smacked his arm and shook him. He groaned.
“Anya, it’s too early, love.”
“It most certainly is not! Today’s the day we arrive back in Paris! You’ll get to see Vlad,” I said. I smiled at him and fluttered my eyelashes.
“Vlad can wait. I would like to get some more sleep,” he replied. I huffed in annoyance.
“I, Grand Dutchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova-Antonov of Russia, command you to WAKE UP!” I yelled.
“No. You can behead me for it if you want, but I am not getting up yet!” Dimitri answered. He flopped over to face the other way.
“Puka, help me wake him up,” I said. Puka barked to show he agreed and hopped up onto our bed. He started to lick Dimitri’s face.
“Stop, you mutt! I’m up, I’m up!” He yelled, finally sitting up.
“Thank you for getting up so easily. I really appreciate it,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“You’re very welcome, your empirial pain in my side,” Dimitri said. He stood up and bowed to me, a smirk on his lips and sarcasm dripping from his words.
“That’s no way to talk to royalty,” I chided.
“Touché,” he said. “How long do we have until we’re back?”
“Not long. Now hurry up and get ready. Grandmama doesn’t want to be kept waiting,” I commanded. I turned to walk away, but Dimitri grabbed my hand.
“Don’t I get a kiss from my wife?” He asked.
“You get a kiss when you are finally ready,” I replied.
“Ok,” he sighed. He smirked, grabbed his clothes, and dashed to our shared bathroom. I heard the lock click.
“Dimitri! I wasn’t done getting ready!” I cried.
“Sorry not sorry, but you did tell me to get ready,” he said.
“Can you at least hand me my hair and makeup stuff?” I pleaded.
“There’s a price: one kiss,” he replied.
“Ugh! You’re impossible! Just let me in to grab my stuff!” I complained.
“One kiss and you get your stuff.”
“You know, I thought you would have stopped acting like this once we got married,” I said.
“Isn’t this part of why you married me?”
“To be tortured for the rest of my days? No! That’s not at all why I married you!”
“It’ll be our three year anniversary in a week. Don’t file for divorce just yet, Anya!” He called.
“I’m not going to file for divorce. I just want my stuff,” I sighed.
“I told you how to get your stuff-“
“Just open the door so I can grab it?”
“Will you Pat the price?” He asked.
“Yes! For the love of god-“ and suddenly his lips were on mine. They were so soft- so wonderful. I brought my hands up and cupped his face, his hands gently help my waist. We pulled apart and he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and laughed.
“You can head in and grab your stuff now,” Dimitri said. I smacked the back of his head on my way to the bathroom.
I snatched my bag of bath stuff and walked over to the small vanity in the corner of the room. I brushed my long, red hair out and tied it back in a ponytail using a piece of yellow ribbon. I applied some light rouge, eyeshadow, mascara, and red lipstick before packing away my things.
The ship’s horn blew loud and clear, signalling everyone that we were about to arrive in Paris. I checked my hair in the mirror one more time, as well as smoothing out my blue dress and double checking that my boot laces were tied. I turned around to call for Dimitri, but was surprised to see him closing the latches on his suitcase and putting it with my own.
“Ready to see Maria?” Dimitri asked, taking my hand in his. I grabbed my case and he grabbed his as we headed out of our cabin. Puka followed us closely behind, yipping in response to Dimitri’s question.
“I’m always ready to visit Grandmama, you know that,” I said. He kissed my temple and smiled. Together, we walked off of the ship and onto the docks at the harbor. A car with small royal flags flying on it was waiting for us.
Someone came out and put our luggage in the back, before opening the door for the three of us to climb inside. Soon, we were off to the palace.
So, tell me if you want a part two😊