Grand Duchess Anya Alexandrova

</style> <img src=https://tse3.mm.bing.net/th/id/OIP.c0LFoCnKgaJgti-AEjKA8QHaEJ?cb=12&rs=1&pid=ImgDetMain&o=7&rm=3> </div> There is a [[Story Details Page]] above so that all the Character and Map information is available Once upon a time, there was a direct and forthright Grand Duchess, who was loved by all for her dedication to her duty as the Grand Duchess of Sokovia, named Anya Alexandrova. I,[[Grand Duchess Anya Alexandrova]] have a short and solidly built frame. I am 23 years old. I am "5'7" feet tall. I am a florid-skinned woman who has a mad feel about her, or so people tell me. I have a small birthmark on my nose. My wavy, chestnut brown hair is very short. I have alluring, prominent, light brown eyes, a triangular face, defined cheekbones, and a dimple. I have short arms and large hands. I consider myself very plain-looking, even for a grand duchess. I wear mainly distinctive court attire, which includes long drape sleeves, capes, and a sash. After my entire family died from a terrible carriage accident. My parents, the Tsarina Korovina and the Tsar Alexander, were driving back from a ball in the neighboring kingdom, Shivaria. Then, suddenly, the carriage started shaking, and my parents fell from the carriage, and their bodies were found beyond recognition hours later by palace staff. All that was left was her mother's ring. Anya Alexandrova knew that she might be Tsarina one day, but she hoped that she had a little brother who would become the Tsar in her stead. The entire country is still in shock and grieving the loss of their tsar and tsaritsa, as am I. I've been locking myself in my room since the accident. I overheard my Uncle Dudin, or Grand Duke Dudin, disgusting man, talking in his office in the Royal Palace of Smolenskir, about the possibility of marrying me to help rebuild the Royal Family's legacy after the accident. Horrified, I grabbed all the necessities that I could find in my wing of the castle, the west wing, and I disguised myself using clothes that I used to escape the palace with when she got tired of my duties, before the accident. What should I do next? [[Run Away]] or [[Disguise as a Maid]]

I ran as quickly as possible out of the palace through a secret tunnel that had been shown to me when I was a little girl. The tunnels seemed to run for miles, and when I finally saw light at the end of the tunnel, I almost cried tears of joy and relief. I finally reached the outside of the palace and realized that I had no clue where I was. My eye caught on a sprawling town square, and I started [[Looking for a Map]]. My eye caught onto a large Map that showed routes that allowed me to leave the royal capital of Smolenskir. I finally felt hope for the first time since this terrible night had begun.

</style> <img src=https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th/id/OIP.BOd31FG5AeT45NPzraA_OAHaFj?cb=12&rs=1&pid=ImgDetMain&o=7&rm=3> </div> The Map of the kingdom of Smolenskir was laid out over a tall stand, and as I looked at the map, I saw the furthest location possible, Zhivaya, all the way in the kingdom of Smolenskir's countryside. The grand duchess mapped out her route to arrive in the town of Zhivaya, and the feeling that I was going on an entirely new adventure started hitting me in waves of stress and overwhelm. "What am I doing? I should've planned this out more, but my instincts took over, and I ran."I cried out. The sky was dark and filled with stars as I finally started to calm down and feel like I could breathe again. I sat down on a nearby bench and looked up at the stars, hoping for some sign that I was making the right choice. Suddenly, a shooting star fell across the sky, and I remembered that my parents had always called her their shooting star when I was little, and tears filled my eyes, but I was determined not to cry. I said, "Thank you," and started on my journey to Zhivaya armed with the necessities like clothes, food, and money on my back, and my grumbling stomach reminded me that I needed to get something to eat in the morning. But first I need to find somewhere to sleep for the night, and I spotted a local inn called The Open Harvor Tavern. I stepped inside and saw someone at the front desk, and started walking forward. What will I do next? [[Go Talk To The Innkeeper]]

The innkeeper was a young woman who appeared to be in her early 20s, around the age of 21. The Innkeeper noticed me walk up to the Innkeeper's stand and asked if I was looking to pay for a room. I said yes, happy that my disguise had worked, and paid with my remaining rubles. I arrived at my designated room at the inn, Daisy Room. A small, cozy room that exudes warm charm with simple, sturdy materials and careful, inviting touches. The space feels intimate yet functional, focused on comfort after a long day of travel. Warm, earthy tones dominate: sandstone walls, a soft ochre or terracotta accent, and a deep wooden floor that has a slight patina. Gentle candlelight and a small hearth glow create a welcoming ambiance; iron lanterns with amber glass add a touch of medieval authenticity. A muted tapestry or textile wall hanging provides subtle color and absorbs sound, keeping the space quiet and restful. Rough-hewn plaster walls with visible wattle-and-daub texture in places, painted in pale cream to reflect light. Exposed wooden ceiling beams run across the low ceiling, adding architectural interest and a sense of enclosure. A sturdy wooden bed with a thick mattress, linen sheets, and a woolen coverlet in a warm, muted forest green. A compact wooden trunk at the foot of the bed for storage, doubling as a small seating option. A rustic writing desk or rail-backed chair near a small window, perfect for reading or writing letters. A warm oak nightstand with a brass oil lamp and a small jar of dried herbs for aroma. A round or square wooden table with two chairs for meals or conversations, perhaps with a simple pewter plate set and a garland of dried herbs as a centerpiece. Layered textiles with natural fibers: linen sheets, wool blankets, and a rough-spun rug underfoot. A handcrafted throw pillow or two in deep, earthy hues to add comfort without clutter. A few carefully chosen seasonal accents: a ceramic jug, a clay mug, a metal candle holder, and a small potted herb or fern for a touch of life. A wall-mounted rack for cloaks and hats near the door; a woven basket or chest for firewood and kindling. A compact, wood-burning stove or small hearth in a corner to provide heat and a cozy glow in colder months. A sense of quiet contentment and safety, as if the innkeeper tends to your needs with a calm, steady presence. Subtle scents of wood smoke, beeswax candles, and herbs mingle in the air, enhancing the ambiance without being overwhelming. The space feels like a retreat after travel, designed to soothe the nerves and invite a peaceful night’s rest. To me, it looked like a dream come true. Before I could go to sleep, I walked down the stairs and ordered some Borscht, a favorite of mine. I overheard two random men talking at the table behind me. "Did you hear that the grand duchess, '''Anya Alexandrova''', went missing? One said. "How is that even possible? The castle is heavily guarded, the other random man said. I, after hearing this, quickly ate my dinner and went upstairs to settle my racing heart. My palms were shaking, and my heart was beating out of my chest. Once I had finally calmed down, I settled into bed and immediately passed out, exhausted from my adventures so far. The next morning, I woke up and headed downstairs to grab breakfast before going on my way to Zhivaya; thankfully, those two men were nowhere to be seen. I had some Buckwheat porridge, which I despise, and headed up to my room to grab my knapsack and be on my way. I left the inn, paid the receptionist my fee for the night, and then paid for a local horse that was being sold in town. How will I get to Zhivaya? On [[Horseback]], [[Walk]] or by [[ Get on the Boat]]

I disguised myself as a maid, but I was quickly recognized by the other palace staff and caught. I was then forced to marry my horrible Uncle Dudin, and I became the Tsarina of Russia. I was stuck in a miserable marriage with my uncle, but I was able to convince him that I didn't want to be Tsarina, and he let me live my own life. So, I lived in the castle as a grand duchess, and when I was 40, I met a man named Pero Ratkin.

The horse that I paid for is a 10-year-old 15.1hh mare. I remember this information in detail, as the seller said this was necessary to remember. She is most likely a Peruvian Paso, a Quarter Horse, or a Section B Welsh Pony. She has silver seal brown tovero, her eyes are purple, she has a stripe marking on her face, and her leg markings consist of a pastern on her right front leg, a sock on her left front leg, a half pastern on her right hind leg, and nothing on her left hind leg. She is very quick. She switches or wrings her tail a lot when being ridden, and she will buck like a bronco the second you try to get on her back. She is not a fan of people, but she seemed to like me. My horse was brought here by a kind seller named Madeleine Molina, who had just moved to the royal capital of Smolenskir. The horse is wearing a lavender tack, which matches her markings. The ride to Zhivaya started about as well as it could, but the ride was long, and I was growing tired. I could decide to [[Take a Rest]] instead of pushing on. If I decided to push on and, after a very long 24 hours, I finally saw a sign that said "Welcome to Zhivaya". What will I do next? [[Walk Into Zhivaya]] with my tired horse in tow

The town of Zhivaya came into sight, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief; I was safe to settle down and start my new life in the lively town of Zhivaya, where my uncle would never think to look. While I was walking my horse, I caught sight of a Man who made my entire world stop for a second. The man is a tall, tan-skinned man with steady, light green eyes, thick eyebrows, full lips, and defined cheekbones. He is carrying some fresh produce in one hand and the other was swinging by his hip. I remember thinking that when he was walking, he looked like a prince. I walked my weary horse over to him and asked him if I could stay at his home temporarily while I was getting settled into town and my new life. The man, whose name I figured out later was Pero Ratko, agreed, after dropping off the fresh produce that he was holding, so that he could sell it to a local grocery store owner. He also walked with me to give my horse some water and bought an apple for my horse as a snack. The horse took the snack gracefully, snuffing its nose with joy, and I handed her off to a local horse farm to be treated. What will I do next? Pero will [[Show Me My Temporary Lodgings]] for the next few days until I can be a bit more settled.

I drifted off to sleep on the side of the road and woke up to a band of thieves trying to steal items from her knapsack. My horse had been spooked while I slept and ran away to god knows where. I was woken up by a handsome stranger, named Pero Ratkin, and I told him my story of my evil uncle, and he wanted to marry me, and I was running away. He became so impassioned after hearing my story that he ran to the royal palace. Uncle Dudin disappeared mysteriously and was never found again.

[[Pero]] showed me around the farm and my temporary home for the next few days. I didn't know it then, but I would become very familiar with his house pretty soon after this. I was shown to a guest room on the second floor of the farmhouse before we started the official tour together. I opened the door and saw a small, cozy room that felt warm and lived-in, yet thoughtfully arranged with all the feminine necessities. The walls are painted in soft, creamy off-white with a gentle, matte finish, enhancing the room’s natural light. A rustic wooden floor runs welcomingly beneath a woven rug in muted earthy tones, adding texture and comfort underfoot. The Furnishings are a blend of practical and charming: a compact, linen-tulip sofa in a light oat color anchors one wall, complemented by a pair of needlepoint accent cushions that echo the countryside theme. A small oak coffee table with a live-edge top sits within easy reach, paired with a nearby spindle-back chair that can double as a reading nook. The storage is smart and unobtrusive. A narrow, open-shelf cabinet against one wall houses everyday essentials, with baskets for blankets and seasonal textiles. A simple dresser provides extra storage without crowding the space, its top adorned with a vintage ceramic lamp and a few potted herbs for a fresh, farm-fresh feel. The Lighting is soft and inviting: a combination of warm overhead ceiling lights and a handful of task lamps—a swing-arm lamp by the sofa and a small table lamp on the dresser—to create a cozy, adaptable ambiance for day or night. Natural light pours in through a single window dressed with a linen curtain, filtered to a gentle glow that highlights the room’s textures. The decor is minimal but meaningful: a couple of black-and-white farmstead photographs in simple frames, a woven wall hanging, and a small collection of heirloom berries in a bowl to nod to the harvest season. A plush, handmade throw is draped over the sofa for extra warmth, inviting you to linger. The overall vibe is practical comfort with a touch of rural charm—everything you need is within reach, every piece has a purpose, and the space breathes with the quiet, slower pace of farmhouse living." After, I was able to set down my knapsack and change my clothes. He showed me where his fields of produce were and his many animals. He had pigs, horses, chickens, and goats. During the tour, the two of us were laughing and having a grand old time. Once the tour was concluded, I spent a quiet afternoon getting used to my temporary home. As time passed, I moved out of Pero's farm and built a life for myself. While I was building a new life in Zhivaya, Pero and I fell in love. He asked me to marry him a year after that, and I moved back into the farmhouse as his wife. I eventually told him my identity, as the Grand Duchess of Sokovia, but I finished with the statement that, "my duty as the grand duchess has never made me happy, but being your wife has made me immensely happy, and you have become my whole life. [[The End]]

As the story finishes, you see a little girl, named Anikina Ratkin, daughter of Pero Ratkin and Grand Duchess Anya Alexandrova, or Anya Alexandrova Ratkin as of many years now, singing along to the story that was just told by her, in a jolly tune. She is singing in a large underground dancing hall, surrounded by her loved ones, while her parents watch with pride welling in their eyes. There is jazz music playing in the background, and many people are watching the performance with awe in their eyes. The song ends, and the room is quiet, but then, thunderous applause fills the room, and Anikina is beaming with joy. She runs to her parents, and they share a tight hug that lasts for several minutes. Her parents tell her that they are so proud of her and they love her so much; this makes her beam with pride. Then, someone shouts from upstairs that dinner is going to start in five minutes and that everyone needs to hurry, or there won't be any food for them. The family stops hugging and rushes up the stairs, starving and looking forward to the home-cooked meal that was specially made with all of Anikina's favorites, since the menu was created a week ago, with her in mind. The screen starts to close, and the last thing you see is the family rushing up the stairs, hand in hand. [[Credits]]

The minute I locked eyes with Anya Alexandrova, time froze. I almost dropped the fresh produce I had brought to town to sell to the local grocer. I caught the grocery bag before she noticed, and I felt my heart beating quickly as she walked over to me with her horse. She looked like an angel descended from heaven. I tried to focus on answering her questions, but I would have said yes to everything she said just to please her, even if we didn't know each other yet. After walking with her to revitalize her horse, I showed her the path to my farmhouse, which made me extremely nervous. After waiting downstairs for her to drop her stuff off in the guest room, she headed downstairs, and we started the tour. My heart was hammering while we moved to various tour stops along the way. We had a lovely time together, and I even showed her all my animals and the backstories behind them. After she moved out of my house to her own small cottage, I started courting her, and we fell in love. A year after that, she officially moved back into the farmhouse after our wedding. She told me her secret, and I was shocked, but I have never told a soul. I thought it wasn't important; all that mattered was that we had a happy life together, and the worries in the back of my mind about our future child being the heir to the Russian throne weren't crucial right at that moment. What was important was that she was my family, and we loved each other.

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I started my long journey walking to Zhivaya. Along the way, I found an inn, and I asked for a job as a kitchen maid. I continued working at the inn, and I was able to get all the necessities for the rest of my journey, and then continued on [[Horseback]]

I walked up to the port and saw two boat options that would get me to Zhivaya. The first option is a decrepit galleon. The second option is a well-maintained schooner. Which boat should she get on? The [[Decrepit Galleon]] or the the [[Well Maintained Schooner]]

I got on the decrepit galleon, and after three days out of port, it sank. They never found my body, and I fell to my death in cold water.

I got on the Well-maintained schooner. Three days after leaving port, the ship arrived in the city of Zhivaya. I got off the boat and started to [[Walk Into Zhivaya]].

Character Information: Tsarina Korovina: She was Grand Duchess Anya Alexandrova's Mother, and she was 58 years old when she passed away from a mysterious carriage accident.. She was 5'0" tall, a fair-skinned woman who had a snooty feel about her. She had elbow-length, wavy, brown hair that was worn in a quiff, which had just started to grey and show her age. She had captivating, almond-shaped, dark brown eyes, defined cheekbones, small ears, and small lips. She had large feet, straight hips, a long torso with no chest muscle tone, a typical waist, slanted shoulders, and a long neck. She was often seen wearing court attire with sumptuous gowns, robes, and headdresses to symbolize her position as the Tsarina. Tsar Alexander: He was Grand Duchess Anya Alexandrovas' Father, and he was 65 years old when he passed away in a mysterious carriage accident. He had a tall and leggy build. An olive-skinned man who had an unstable feel about him. His thick, light brown hair, which was starting to grey, was closely shaved and caramel. He had assessing, small, light brown eyes, smooth cheeks, and thick eyebrows. He had a muscular neck and toned arms. He was considered quite attractive by his people's standards. He was often seen wearing a variety of garments, including ceremonial robes, gowns, and headdresses, each with its own significance and design. He wore a crown of Monomakh, which is a ceremonial headdress made of gold, emeralds, rubies, sapphires, and pearls. Grand Duke Dudin: Uncle Dudin Grigoriy Vladamirovich. He is Grand Duchess Anya Alexandrova's second cousin twice removed. He is 27 years old, but he looks much older due to the stress of losing almost the entire royal family. He appears to be Overweight, a pale-skinned man, who has an intelligent feel about him. His coiled, light brown hair is very short. It is thinning. He has soulless, little, light brown eyes, a square jaw, thin lips, and rosy cheeks. He has narrow shoulders, narrow feet, long legs, and weak arms. He is considered quite plain by his people's standards, just like Grand Duchess Alexandrova. He often wears expensive clothes that are mostly dark-coloured and well-fitting. He is usually seen wearing pants, a shirt, a hat, and a belt. Since he is currently unmarried, he also wears lots of ribbons with his hats and jewelry. He has spread the word across the kingdom that he is searching for a bride, but he already has one in mind. Pero Ratkin: He is a 24-year-old man. He is 5'7" feet tall, a tan-skinned man with steady, light green eyes, thick eyebrows, full lips, and defined cheekbones. He has straight hips, toned arms, and small hands, and has a thick head of hair. He has a small mole on his left cheek, wears well-fitting clothes, and seems shy. Since he is a poorer farmer, he is dressed in simple clothing, but he fills it out well. He owns a farm that is renowned for its excellent fresh produce. He lives alone. Anikina Ratkin: She is a six-year-old girl. She is "4'2" feet tall. She is a young girl who has a naive feel about her. Her short, straight, dark brown hair is worn in a long, wavy style. She has assessing, wide, brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, and a round face. She has large hands and long arms. She is considered quite beautiful by her people's standards, even at the young age of six. Innkeeper: A young woman around the age of 21. She is a short and petite, tan-skinned woman with neutral, hazel eyes, a well-formed nose, large ears, and an oval face. She has large hands, wide shoulders, and muscular arms, has curly, dark brown hair, usually wears a personalised pair of trousers, has a misleading appearance; she looks older than she really is, and she has a large beauty mark on her left hand. Map Information: </style> <img src=https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIG1.nCpuvV7eyOZzlEWsgGcH?w=270&h=270&c=6&r=0&o=5&dpr=1.5&pid=ImgGn> </div> Royal Capital of Smolenskir: The Royal Capital of Smolenskir was built atop emerald hills of grass and is truly an ancient curiosity. Its uniqueness is matched by the backdrop of cascading waterfalls, which have helped shape the city into what it is today. The climate these waterfalls brought was of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs, as the vast majority of buildings mimic the falling waters of those waterfalls, sometimes by having their own man-made waterfalls. The skyline is growing with elegant skyscrapers, and they clearly show what they represent to the city itself. Science and development are flourishing in Smolenskir and it has attracted a lot of attention. Various cultures have left their mark not just on education, but also on the city's identity. What historically was a city of predictability has grown into a large melting pot, and it's this that unites the 9 million people to this day. It's this multicultural identity that has truly left its mark. Hundreds of bakeries, ethnic restaurants, and concession stands offer a plethora of culinary choices, and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy musical activities, city exploring, art galleries, or one of the many other recreational venues. </style> <img src=https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIG4.t8up1QyBl3t2WpYezTeL?w=270&h=270&c=6&r=0&o=5&dpr=1.5&pid=ImgGn> </div> Town of Zhivaya: Here's some background on the town of Zhivaya. Nestled in the lush, rolling plains of the region, Zhivaya is a charming farming village renowned for its exceptional vegetables and fresh produce. With a population of around 350 villagers, this tight-knit community thrives on agriculture, its landscape dotted with vibrant fields and well-tended orchards. The settlement’s name, meaning "alive" in the local tongue, reflects its lively atmosphere and the vitality of its land. The village’s centerpiece is the sprawling central market square, where farmers bring their harvests—crisp carrots, juicy tomatoes, fragrant herbs, and colorful peppers—to sell. Surrounding this hub are cozy cottages with thatched roofs, interwoven with narrow cobblestone paths that encourage friendly strolls and communal gatherings. Zhivaya's most notable landmark is the Verdant Spire, a tall, ancient tree at the village's edge, believed to be enchanted and a symbol of the village’s prosperity. The villagers hold annual festivals celebrating the harvest, with lively music, traditional dances, and feasts featuring their renowned produce. Culturally, Zhivaya is a place of simple pleasures and hardworking folk. The community values sustainability, with many residents practicing organic farming and crop rotation. Their local cuisine is rich and hearty, emphasizing fresh, seasonal ingredients. Visitors often remark on the warm hospitality and the village’s vibrant, earthy atmosphere. Unique to Zhivaya are the hidden underground cellars used for storing produce and the decorative vegetable sculptures that adorn the village during festivals. The atmosphere is peaceful and invigorating—an idyllic retreat for adventurers seeking fresh air and hearty fare, or for those wishing to experience rural life at its most authentic.

Fun Facts 1. Her favorite dinner is Borsht 2. She hates porridge in any form 3. She hates her Uncle Dudin the most, but thinks he'd be a good Tsar anyway