He wanted to LEAVE Paris? And do what, with no reward money? Keep playing this dangerous game of his until the law caught up with him? She knew there were feelings there for her, that one alleyway was enough to tell her that, but it wasn’t until she’d just left her grandmother after nearly being shot that she’s realised it, this infuriating feeling in her gut that happened whenever she caught him smiling at something she said or proved her wrong: it was love. Even if he drove her crazy most days… she loved him.
And so, Anya grabs his suitcase out of his hands, lets it fall to the ground, and then proceeds to stand on it so she’s not at such a disadvantage before grabbing either side of his face and not giving him a chance to say anything before crashing their lips together.
It’s a firm kiss at first, a plea to stay here by her side, because she NEEDS him there more than she cares to admit. But slowly it devolves into something more passionate, more fevered, because she’d probably go out of her mind if he just left her like this.
Finally, she breaks the kiss, and she’s still standing there on his suitcase, a glittering vision of gold and red, when she speaks. “The parade. The one you told me about when… when it all came back, don’t you think that day was fate trying to tell us something?” Then again, she’s just nearly been shot, so Anya is pretty heavy into the whole FATE thing right now. “Stay here, Dima. With me. Please. I’m not moving from this suitcase until you say you will, and I have a meeting with the press I’m already late for, so you had best be fast.”
DEAR DIARY, I don’t know where to start! You won’t believe it—– i think today, my life finally is beginning for true. a chance to go to Paris … finally knowing who it was my family!! I’m excited about it, but at same time, i feeling terrifed about leaving my homeland. Even, I made some friends, well — i don’t know how to call them yet, but, these are the ones who can provide me papers to leave, but they told me i really had similarities with an grand duchess anastasia, which is crazy, to be honest. They were, Vlad and Dmitry, those were their names, i think?. Vlad seems pretty nice and friendly, not very like Dmitry. Although, when I first saw him, I kinda felt I saw him in another place, like very far far away. Probably it’s stupid, since we don’t get along very much, I think he is pretty wierd and bitter person, i don’t know why yet. Despite of all, I don’t think these two are actually bad, their purposes are quite strange, but something tells me it’s okay to trust them. I hope I’m not wrong this time, I’m gonna give Dmitry a chance again.
« He looked at her as if she was a masterpiece hand carved by angels. He put his head on her chest and listened to her heart beats that sounded like a symphony. His heart skipped a beat when he stared at her lashes that slayed his soul like a sword made of gold. His world turned upside down when he looked at her eyes that felt like home »
what she means: In a Crowd of Thousands reveals that Dmitry is set on the girl he saw when he was 10 years old, and when Anya remembers it being her, his first instict is to sing in rejoice because he found her again, and afterward leans in to kiss her. Anya isn’t opposed to it at all, but he stops because in that moment he has to realize that she’s not just the girl he’s been in love with all this time, she’s royalty. Dmitry literally finds his dream girl and then immediately after has to face the fact that she’s out of reach. His kneel is out of respect for her position, but it’s also the point where he is forced to accept that his dream was shattered as soon as it came true.
