Dawn and Dusk [A Twilight Rp]

She nodded and looked around, keeping an eye for any security cameras, though she saw none. When she was sure no humans were watching, she ran around to the side and easily jumped over the gate, running to a part of the old palace where no one could see her.

He followed after her with ease.

Sneaking inside she gaped at how big the place was inside. Old and dusty or not, it was still beautiful. She thought Cody definitely belonged in a place like this, whereas she did not. He was a prince, born a legacy. She wasn't a princess. Not anywhere close to it.

" Well if I hadn't died in child birth this would've been my home and if the russian revolution hadn't taken place either" he shrugged looking around.

"I wonder if you'd enjoy being known as a prince," she thought aloud.

" techically I am a Prince but I don't know" he shrugged. " I guess I will never know"

She shrugged, too, still looking around curiously. It was all so big! "Why did the people revolt against your family," she asked softly.

"Because of the poverty in the social classes. " he explained. " The csar Nicolas lost the first world war. And Russia was in a state of of depression and while the other countries were industrilized and modern, England as such, Russia was almost a 3rd world and wild as a Bear. Stuck in tradition and power hungry Czars. This is why my family is hiding. Rumors of Anastasia had survived are remotely true. while unknown by the historians, She did servive and escaped to Paris with my father. Heavily pregnant she gave birth to me but alas both of us died in birth. My father knew somehow she would be reborn when he didn't know. But he was changed into a vampire by Rasputant ( who uncannily seduced my grandmother, the czarina, And seemed to have healing powers over my uncle, Alexis)." he explained.


"Alexis is reborn and is the heir to the long disloved Russian thrown. " he said looking at the old paintings.

"Your uncle... You think Kenta is Alexis," she asked him, looking at him. She looked at the family portrait. "Kenta does look almost exactly like him..."

" I never really tell my mom about this. How I know of what happened. I sort of pieced it together." he explained. " But yes I do think its him"

"Why don't you tell her," she asked. "He is her brother, after all. She's very close to him."

" I don't know. " he shrugged. " I'm not sure"

She looked at the paintings again. "Why do your parents want to move here? You won't be able to interact with the humans... They'll recognize your parents nearly immediately."

" Dad has been remotely erased from history." he said looking at the paintings. " and no one would believe mom anyways. She would have to be hundreds of years old"

"I guess," she said softly.

He looked at her gently " Are you ok?"

She nodded. "yeah, I'm fine," she told him. "This place is so big."

" It is" he said gently.

And I don't feel I belong here, with you, she thought, but she didn't dare voice it. "I wonder if all of it's safe to explore," she murmured softly. "Probably not..."

" Its probably unsafe" he noted.

She nodded. "What do you think the rooms looked like," she asked curiously.

" Dusty." he laughed gnetly and smiled.

She chuckled. "Alright, Mr. Smartypants," she teased.

He grinned and chuckled.

"What would you do if you lived here," she asked curiously.