Holly Lancewood was just your typical American teenage girl, average grades, average looks, average life. There was nothing special about her at all-at least until that day. Do you believe in reincarnation? The existence of souls? Of heaven? Of God? Holly didn't want to, really. She didn't ask for any of this at all. In fact, she was perfectly content being just average. No one however bothered to ask her for her opinion before dumping her into a body she most definitely did not want. What she did want to do, was box the living daylights out of whoever it was that got the brilliant idea of dumping her in the late 18th century; during the Russian Revolution of all the bloody places to be. On the bright side, at least she wasn't dumped into the middle of World War I or II, but then again, World War I did start in 1914 which was but a few decades from then. Then there was also the Napoleon Wars to consider that also occured within that timeframe. Of course, there was no use thinking about wars yet to come. The first thing she had to do was ensure her own survival. As one of the most famous princesses in history-Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanova, youngest daughter of the Tsar and the one of the greatest mysteries of the 20th century. Also- Doomed to die with her entire family by the Bolsheviks... Yeah, no thanks.