Last Royal

France 1945

One sunny afternoon, Anastasia came back home from a tea party. Her bright pale face along with her golden hair was everyone's dreams. She was taller than average French girls and many royalties wanted her to be their daughter-in-law. But, only one will be able to win her heart.

Anastasia was seventeen during that time. Her mother was a gentle lady who taught her many things. Her father was the King and he was very well-respected. His father made few enemies but that was to be expected. He was a loving father and his wife, Sarah, were a couple to be jealous of.

Anastasia went into her room where the maids greeted her.

"Good evening, Lady Anastasia. We got your ballroom dress ready. Would you like to change into them now?"

Anastasia nodded. It's been a while since she went to a ball. Last time, she was still young but this time it was for marriage purposes. She looked forward in meeting with Pierre, the son of a well-known doctor. She didn't know him but her parents figured it would be great if they meet during ball.

"Mi'lady, you look wonderful." Anastasia smiled and gave Nancy, her maid, a thank you nod. Anastasia wore a dark red dress, her hair was fixed and there were no extra strand of hair in front of her face. Her make up was finished just in time as the butler called.

"Mi'lady, your mother is waiting for you in the gardens." Anastasia bowed and signaled her maids not to follow her.

As she passes through the hallways, people were finishing up decorating for the ball. Ribbons are tied, delicious food and drinks were on the table. Anastasia was glad to join the ball once again. Once she reaches the garden, Sarah was waiting for her while looking at the flowers.

"Mother, I came." Anastasia smiled. Sarah gave her a warm hug and smiled.

"Anastasia, you grew much more beautiful. You've became a beautiful lady. Your father and I had decided that you meet Pierre a bit earlier. You and Pierre can get to know each other. Nothing will hurt if you tried. We are so proud of you. After getting married to Pierre, it's been our dream to see you with our grandsons." Anastasia took her mother's hand and looked at her.

"I'll make you proud, Mother."

Sarah smiled as she hugged Anastasia again. After a while, they were called to the palace. Standing there was a handsome man named Pierre Thomas. He was a good looking man, with short black hair and with a tall stature. His father was a doctor who treated Anastasia's father's chronic illness.

"Anastasia, I would like you to meet Pierre Thomas. He's the doctor's son. His father treated my chronic illness. I would like you two to talk for awhile, if you need me I'll be in the Queen's chamber." The King left the two and they were standing in the huge hall.

"Good evening, Lady Anastasia. I'm Pierre Thomas. It's a pleasure to meet with you." Anastasia bowed, "Nice to meet with you, Sir Pierre." Pierre smiled and took Anastasia's right hand and kissed her.

"Thank you, Milady. Would you like to have a dance with me?" Anastasia was startled but then, she heard the music in the ballroom, she nodded and said yes. The orchestra played various types of music that was suited for ball from waltz to operas. Anastasia followed Pierre's footsteps as he led the dance.

"Milady, you are really beautiful." Pierre whispered to her ears. Anastasia smiled, "Thank you."

Anastasia's gentle nature and kindness attracted Pierre but he expects more from her later on. Pierre gazed intensely at Anastasia that made her blush and accidentally stepping on his brand new polished shoes.

"My apologies, Sir Pierre. I'll ask my maid to clean it for you." Pierre held her hand tightly, "No need. Just stay like this." His hands around her waist and he caressed her beautiful skin, Anastasia clenched her hand knowing she can't do anything.

"I'll let you off today. We'll see each other again." Pierre winked and left Anastasia alone in a corner.