The Lost Queen

Prologue

Prologue:

Anastasia sat in the chair listening to the two agents argue back and forth. For the most part, she understood what they were saying. Her English wasn't the best, but she could grasp onto simple things. After about an hour of this, Agent Jamison came over to her.

“We are to take you to America.” he says, speaking in Russian.

“I don't know the language. Why can I not stay here, in my home country?” she asked him.

“Russia is no longer safe for the Romanov family,” He tells her. “It is better this way. We must keep your safe.”

“When can I come back?” The thought of leaving everything behind burned her inside. Then again, what was left for her? Her family was dead. The entire country was spiraling downward. Everything was changing here. This change might not leave room for her.

Jamison sighs. “I don't know if that will ever be possible.”

The next morning she was on a ship with a younger agent called Andrew Roberts. He was to help her get settled into the American life style. Andrew was to watch over her for the remainder of her life unless something back happened. She wondered why he would volunteer for such a job. Babysitting a former Russian princess wasn't something that most would enjoy or even want. Especially with the thin line of hatred between the Americans and Russians.

Once they were in their room on the ship, he handed her a folder. “Here is all the information you need. You are now Anna Ruscoff. You have come to America to find a better life for yourself. Do you understand?”

She nods. “Will it be a problem if my English isn't very good?”

He chuckles. “Most immigrants we have speak next to no English. I can help you learn it if you want.”

For the first time in what seemed like forever, she gave a small smile. “I would like that very much.”

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Years had passed. Anna Ruscoff soon became Anna Roberts. She lived a happy little life with Andrew. They had a nice house on the good side of town. Not long after their marriage, they soon found themselves expecting their first child.

The cycle began. Their son married and passed on the Romanov genes. The United States government kept a good track of the Romanov bloodline. With every generation there was only one child to pass on the bloodline so it wasn't hard to keep track of.

 It was a few generations later that the Russian government began to suspect that a Romanov had survived. They began to search for the last remaining strand of Romanov's to destroy them. The trail ended up with them finding Mary and Quincey Roberts. On one stormy night they killed them, thinking that they had finally won. What they didn't know was that the couple had had a child. Unlike the previous generations, this child was a little girl.