Two royals, Russian or any other nationality, showing up at a party was bound to attract the most attention. The room practically fell silent. Anya smiled and patted her brother's arm and smiled at the onlookers. "Ready to make the rounds?" she asked quietly. "I see this is going to be an interesting night."
She had spotted dear Auntie. She could almost feel the bastard Stark side rising to the surface, but that was the worst side to come out. Anya need a combination of the Stark charm and the Romanova self-control. With those she could get through the night and be able to deal with Auntie.
She put her chin up and put some steel into her spine. She could play and look every inch the Russian princess she was. All those hours of lessons before Mom's coronation would come in handy.
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