The Missing Princess

3: Promise

Chapter 3

-Lorenzo Di Luca-

This was the longest flight I have ever taken in my life, that's what it feels for me anyway.

I need to try and relax a bit and rest, but I can't fucking bring myself to do that, it felt like my whole body was filled with adrenaline and relaxing is just simply an impossible task for me to do ever since I received that call from my Uncle Ivan. My body refuse to calm down, not until I get there to Moscow and I'll see her for myself, my piccola principessa. (little princess)

After that shocking call, I half heartedly told Nicco that our uncle has got an emergency in Moscow and needs me to go there (which is not entirely untrue), but this obviously upset and discouraged my fratellino as his signature frown once again appeared in his face and he only nod and left my office. I know I said I was going to go to his game for tomorrow and I've clearly disappointed him, but this is more important and once I tell him I know he'll understand, I bet he's going to be even happy. I'll be sure to make it up to Nicco when I return, but I know I wouldn't be returning home alone.

So after that, I quickly took my passport and headed to my private jet so that I can get to Moscow as soon as possible.

I can't believe this. We've finally found our princess. She's actually been alive all along. I was wrong. Oh, how fucking wrong I was.

I was also dying from trying my fucking best not to call my brothers and tell them about our principessa. Uncle Ivan told me not to tell them just yet. I don't know why he would tell me that, but I know he must have a good reason for not wanting them to know just yet. That old man didn't really tell me much either except that he finally found her and that I should hurry and go to Moscow and not tell my brothers about the news. That's it. He sounded almost out of breath when he called me, as if he were seething.

I became even more puzzled now, and the questions in my head were piling up like a mountain.

How did he find her? Where did he find her? Why was she in Moscow? How did she get to Moscow? How is she? What does she look like now? What happened? Where was our padre? Uncle didn't mention him at all.

"Smettila (Stop it), Enzo. It's useless to ponder with all of these questions here. Troverò tutte le risposte a Mosca." (I'm going to find out all the answers in Moscow) I whispered to myself, and before I knew it, I was once again biting my nails nervously while looking at all the fluffy clouds outside. It's a terrible bad habit of mine that I just subconsciously find myself doing whenever I get nervous. I've been doing it since I was a kid, and it used to annoy the fuck out of my mamma, but I just really couldn't stop it.

"But I know all of my questions could wait; all I really want now is to see you and hold you again, la mia bellissima piccola principessa." (my beautiful little princess)

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The great Vasiliev Manor, the main residence of the Vasiliev family, is where my mamma and uncle were born and raised; incidentally, this is also where I was born, as my genitore (parents) were here in this manor on vacation when I surprised them and decided that it was my time to come out of the world. I remember how Ale, Gio, and I used to love coming here on special occasions with our Babushka's insistence, but after she died just months after Nicco was born, our visits here became less and less until we never did anymore. I don't quite remember when my last visit here was. But I'm glad to see everything still looks the way I remembered it to, just a little modern.

"Don Lorenzo, dobro pozhalovat'!" I was instantly greeted by Igor, my uncle's secretary. (welcome)

"Igor, I know you know why exactly I'm here. Now tell me where she is?" I hurriedly asked, my patience running thin by the minute.