Royal Palace,Madrid, Spain
Empress Anastasia sat upon her bed staring out the window, watching as the Spanish military marched down the street outside her window on their way to god only knows, especially since she didn't go out of her way to root through military operations.
She watched as they marched in a line formation, the soldier at the front carrying the Nationalist....no... she thought correcting herself, the Spanish flag. She had such memories of the war, waiting in military camps for news of the latest offensive and when Madrid was captured she remembered being refused entry while the troops cleaned out what remained of the defenders, she of course didn't have a problem with that as its really not her place to clear out buildings of rebels and to crawl over broken glass.
It really took some getting used to in order to find herself in tents in the middle of the nicest filth to the Royal palace in Spain, She however found herself in love with Spain, the people treated her as if she were the answer to all of Spain's problems and as a result she began to think of herself as the one person capable of solving them. She knew that her new crown had a weight to bear but she wasn't ready to give it up any time soon, Spain was her home and she would lead it into greatness.
Just kidding! 
