Anastasia Nikolaevna should have died in that cellar in Ekaterinburg. The guns roared, her family fell, and the dynasty was shattered. Yet in the chaos, one soldier, meant to erase the Romanovs from history, chose instead to betray his orders. He smuggled her, dazed and bloodied, into the shadows of a Russia bent on purging the old order. Three years later, Anastasia lives on in Europe, the sole surviving ember of a dynasty extinguished in blood. No longer the laughing girl of Tsarskoe Selo, she has become something colder, more determined. To monarchists, she is hope. To her enemies, she is a ghost. To herself, she is duty incarnate: the Restoration must come, and she alone can bear the weight of her murdered family’s crown.