Rosalie had to think about it. "I don't know when we are now, but they were killed- it was the end of World War I, I think, because Russia withdrew. 1917? 1918? Somewhere in there." She nodded her relief that Vlad was fine and that they hadn't frozen.
"I can't hear anyone," Rosalie said regretfully. She wasn't sorry that she wasn't subject to having her body taken over, but she didn't want to be the one trapping the Princess somewhere with no opportunity to get out ever, even on the full moons.
Rosalie had just heard Botkin when suddenly the woman walked in and told them that the man had said they had come to serve her. This, then, was the empress. Unsure exactly of the protocol, Rosalie dropped a passable curtsy and started over to help her as she wished. She introduced herself and Ella in German and asked what she wanted done, hoping that it wasn't too terribly complicated since Rosalie could braid and twist chignons and little else.
After a few moments, Alexandra responded wearily that she was no longer the empress and needn't be addressed as such, reminding Rosalie of a piece of the history she had forgotten. She mouthed it to Ella silently. He abdicated.