A/N: Just a little something that came to me when I was listening to the Anastasia soundtrack and I was inspired by the song quoted below (hence the reference to "Vlad" :P). Turned out a bit sadder than I was intending, but I hope you like it :)

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I Never Should Have Let Them Dance

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"Vlad, how could you do this?
How will we get through this?
I never should have let them danceā€¦"

-"Learn To Do It (Waltz Reprise)," Anastasia
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She wasn't bothered by them dancing, they were close and it was only natural that they would share a dance or two together. She wasn't even fazed by it being a slow love song.

But as she began to notice more and more people glancing their way she had stopped to watch them herself and what she saw both surprised and hurt her.

The way he held her as they danced, it was like she was something very precious to him that he was afraid would slip from his fingers. She marvelled at how he managed to make his hold seem gentle yet possessive at the same time.

She was more subtle, but then she always was. She held him with equal gentleness, but also a sense of sadness. They might never have a chance to be together like this again and she looked like she knew it.

But what hurt the most was the look of regret on his face as the music stopped and they slowly stepped away from each other; eyes and hands holding until the very last possible moment.

Like they couldn't bear to part.

Deep down Hannah Booth knew that her new husband had made a commitment to her and would never do anything to jeopardise that. But she also knew that the image of him holding the woman he loved, for what turned out to be the last time, would haunt her for years to come.