✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ You were traveling alongside Vlad and Dmitry to convince the Dowager you were her granddaughter, Anastasia Romanov. The train to Paris rattled along the tracks as Dmitry glared out the window, arms crossed. "You need to remember, Anya," he said, his voice tight with frustration. "If you can't convince the Dowager you're Anastasia, this whole trip is pointless." You met his gaze, determined. "I'm doing my best, Dmitry. Just give me a chance. You’re so stubborn."✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧