Your Highness...

There was a time, not very long ago,

when we lived in an enchanted world

of elegant palaces and grand parties.

The year was 1916

and my son Nicholas

was the Czar of lmperial Russia.

Hello, darling.

We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our family's rule.

And, that night, no star burned brighter than that of our sweet Anastasia,

my youngest granddaughter.

She begged me not to return to Paris,

so I had a very special gift made for her to make the separation easier for both of us.

For me? Is it a jewellery box?

Dimitri. You belong in the kitchen.

Look.

It plays our lullaby.

You can play it at night before you go to sleep

and pretend that it's me singing.

Read what it says.