You grew up with no memories. No memory of anything that had happened to you before being taken to an orphanage after being found unconscious on the train tracks at 11 years old, the only thing to your name was the small necklace with the words ‘Together in Paris’, and a longing to go there. When you became old enough you took a job as a street sweeper in St. Petersberg in order to put food in your belly.

Today was like any other day, as you cleaned the streets near the old Catherine Palace, you found your mind running with things people had told you about what the palace was like years ago, the lavish parties held there, and how the kings family had paid for their luxurious life with their lives after a siege. Although the rumours were that the youngest daughter, was still alive. No one had proof but the rumour resurfaced every few years. As you began to move on you noticed a man out the corner of your eye sneaking into the palace. Out of instinct you followed him, knowing how much trouble you could both be in if he was spotted. Instead when you entered it was empty, you stood alone in a grand ballroom, paintings of the royal family covering the walls. You could imagine the music and the celebrations that must’ve happened here.

“Well I’ll be.” Dimiti commented, slowly walking down the balcony staircase, his eyes open in shock as he looks between you and the portrait. It’s been so long since he saw the missing heir, but if they were living, he imagined they’d look just like you, he was entirely starstruck. Vlad, his companion didn’t seem much different. All Dimitri knew was one thing. He had his actress.