Anya scrunched her nose in thought at what Dimitri had just told her. She wanted to know more about that fateful night, but she wasn't expecting everything she was told. Sitting cross legged on the bed, Anya picked her head up to look at her husband. With tears trickling down Anya's cheeks, Dimitri pulled her closer to him. Clutching her eyes tight shut, Anya buried her face in Dimitri's shirt collar. He knew this was going to happen. Dimitri knew if he told Anya the story, tears would flood her eyes or her amnesia would fade for the moment and she would have horrendous nightmares.

"I thought my father was a good ruler," Anya said wiping the tears from her eyes.

"He was," Dimitri assured her. "It's just the terrorists and revolutionaries became too strong for your father's army to defeat. And-" Dimitri was going to add that her mother shouldn't of let Rasputin into the palace, because he was certainly part of the Tzar's downfall. Anya knew that, but he didn't want her to blame her family for the downfall of the Russian empire. However deciding against that, he instead let his voice fade into silence.

"Do you think the revolution could have been avoided?" Anya quietly asked opening her saddened blue eyes.

"I don't know," Dimitri replied kissing her head, "I don't know."

Silence broke out amongst the two huddled together. No one was sure of how long the silence lasted between them. Eventually, tired of the silence and no one moving, Anya pulled away from Dimitri in realization.

"Wait," she said looking at him. Her blue eyes read confusion and she tilted her head to the side. "Dimitri, you were that boy? The boy who opened the wall?"

Lightly smiling, Dimitri replied, "that's how I knew you were the princess. Vlad didn't know about that and no one else did either. Only me, you, and your grandmother."

"What happened to your family?" Anya asked him changing subjects without any warning. "My father was killed in the war, but my mother and siblings are still in Russia."

Surprised and somewhat horrified at the thought of leaving family, Anya lectured him. "Why didn't you go back? They're your family! They would have wanted to know your safe! How-"

"Anya," Dimitri soothed, "believe it or not, but my life would have been a lot harder if I did go back home. With Vlad I got to eat, of course everything was stolen, but it was food. At home, I'd be lucky if I got at least one meal a day."

Anya didn't know anything about Dimitri's past and hearing it now, she couldn't help but sympathize with him. "We should-"

"No Anya," Dimitri ordered. "Not now. Maybe we'll go back to Russia someday and look up my family. But not now. Now, you're my family."

"And you mine," Anya replied with a smile. Dimitri leaned closer and closer into Anya before letting their lips meet for a loving kiss.

The End...