Her Family Tree - In the Beginning.
A group of five people, all known to each other, travelled via separate routes to Australia. Baby Adelie Sixtine Loelia Valois who was on her 'mother's' passport as Justine de Beaumont travelled from France to North America, across the American continent and out to Hawaii and down to Tahiti before disappearing one night. The local police force, the Police Nationale de la Polynésie Française, completed a thorough investigation but it seems Madam de Beaumont and baby Justine simply disappeared. All of their personal belongings were found in her room, clothes, small gifts that tourists purchase for family back home, they were all there even her spare cash was locked away in the in-room safe, and the baby's needs were all there in her room. Neither of their bodies were ever found and no one came forward to claim their goods nor was Madam's credit card ever used again. It was labelled as an open case with missing persons but who were presumed dead. No one looked for them after a month had passed.
Grand-mère Paternelle [Paternal Grandfather] was a dashingly handsome man. His passport stated he was born in Perth, Western Australia in 1964. His true identity was well covered. He left France for Spain and went on to Morocco, Johannesburg, and then to Perth. A journey that took him six months. He was in no hurry, and if he were being followed, it would give him ample time to spot and lose them. His assumed name was Sydney Myers. His title and family name were discarded, and all of his official papers were sealed in a safety deposit box number A8754 in the Capitec Bank in Johannesburg, never to be spoken again. The Count Palatine of Lotharingia just ceased to exist. He was the leader of the cell.
His soon-to-be partner was a 58-year-old woman, Victoria Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, but went by the name of Jenifer Myers and henceforth known as Justine's Grand-père paternal [Paternal Grandmother] who was considered by many as an exceptional human being. Not only was she worldly-wise, speaking several languages, and had studied and understood international political affairs, but she could also fence, box, shoot and if the need ever arose debate the socks off of anyone. She had never been to school. All of her academic excellence came from some special homeschooling. She was a warm-hearted soul, kind, soft and considerate to everyone she met. She was to ensure baby Justine knew the etiquette of her royal household and was prepared for whatever awaited her. Her original passport was destroyed along the way, leaving no trace. Her journey took her to Turkey and then Greece. She stayed in Greece for two months, sightseeing, and just being a tourist and when the time was right boarded a plane to Mumbai and then a plane to Singapore before landing in Sydney, Australia. Her passport claimed she was an Australian national and her back story was she had been visiting family in Europe for six months after the sudden death of her husband.
Justine also had arranged for her another set of Grandparents on her mother's side Grand-père maternel [Maternal Grandfather] and Grande-mère maternelle [Maternal Grandmother] These two were selected to become the baby's grandparents and to act as history teachers, to subtly teach her as she grew up about the great houses of Europe. To ensure she undertook only those classes that were beneficial to enhancing her knowledge of old Europe. About life before the peasants thought they had equal rights. These two were planted in Australia before the turn of the last century, they became Australians. Their accents, mannerisms, and cultural outlook was as natural as any other Aussie. But they never forgot their role in their future heir's life. Both were of the royal bloodline and could trace their heritage back over five hundred years.
Born in 1957, Ivan Vasilyevich was groomed for his future role in the life of a child who was only a name on a bit of paper. She was yet to be conceived; her parents weren't even born yet. Ivan's bloodline came from the cold North, he was raised in the West and had lost whatever accent he had and that was before he settled in Australia in 1997. He too had died suddenly of natural causes as his certificate of death stated. His body, or a body, was cremated and the funeral was a large affair and well-conducted. So well that even the KGB informed their master's that another of the last Tsar's large family had gone to meet his maker. He was now known as Trevor Sterling, an old bushie, salt of the earth, a typical Aussie, hardworking, kind, generous and always smiling. Worked the land in the outback, by that it is meant that he owned a cattle station and bred cattle. He and his wife only had one child a daughter.
His wife, a forthright woman, stern but loving. Her knowledge of the old royal houses of Europe is unsurpassed. She could if she so desired, hand draw a thousand years of the Polish royal family, starting with King Wenceslaus 1. She was of the bloodline of Judith of Habsburg, Queen of Bohemia and Poland. She considers herself the rightful heir to the Polish throne. Gertrude Hohenberg was no foolish woman and knew what was at stake in the up coming years. When she was told of the plan for the resurrection of the royal houses that were to be re-established, she knew she had to 'die' first so the child to come could live and lead the 'revolution of the aristocracy'. Her death in an auto accident was well documented at the time, and many of the current royal families paid their respects at her funeral. She partnered with Trevor Sterling as his wife and the official records show that she is the mother of one child a female named Judith or Judy Sterling.
