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    Maybe it’s the thrill of being in Paris, a city so well known for its label as the City of LOVE, that made her say such a thing. But she’s cursing her heart for hammering against her chest like it is. Anya peers up, biting her lip, trying so desperately to think of a comeback.

    Does she want to kiss him? Yes. Should she? Absolutely not. They couldn’t afford to let feelings get in the way, not when they were so close to never seeing each other again. “Well, I...” You’re floundering, Anya! Say something! Anything!

                  STARING ?? Of course he’d been looking. Not that he’d ever be f o o l i s h enough to admit it. Immediately Dmitry scoffed at her words, an expression of admiration,fondness IMMEDIATELY replaced with annoyance.

         “I wasn’t even —— like what ?? Just because you could be the grand duchess, doesn’t mean it’s all about ‘bout YOU. I was just admiring the view, the change of scenery.” Yeah …right. S m o o t h.

          ❛ look at the sky ! look at the water ! ❜ 

__________ ♔             ❛   PLEASE  SAY  YOUR  PEACE    &&  leave.    i do not mean to be so    discourteous   to one from my   HOMELAND    ...     lord knows it is so   RARE   we meet these days,    but my   grandmother  &&  i have gone through more than can   EVER   be expressed into words.    we ask for privacy to   GRIEVE   in our own way.   ❜

Queen Victoria, Princess Victoria of Saxe-Coburg, Louis of Hesse... Eyebrows knit in concentration and lips settle into a deep frown as she stares at the family tree. Her family tree? NO. She is a street sweeper. A lost, homeless, orphan. Yet she can’t help but wonder... could it be? Dmitry and Vlad certainly seem to think so and the timeline fits... Every lost orphan wanted to find their family someday. Could this one really be her’s?

          ‘strange as it may seem, i still HOPE for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be LOST so easily.’

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