It's just a story. The real Anastasia died in 1918 with the rest of her family. But people like to tell that story because it makes them think that the most remarkable, wonderful things can happen anywhere. She gazed upon me with a regal certainty. It's the difference between royalty and nobility.
Royalty is just a pose, just a costume.
But nobility shines through everything, through the most wretched squalor ever known. Every man a king, my Empress. Every fair maiden a fair princess in disguise. I never met an ignoble baby. But all the babies are noble, as noble as a kitten, as noble as a wolf cub.