Anya

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

  Anya was taken away from the kitchen by her parents. Her eyes were stinging from trying to hold back even more tears. She could not believe that was she was home. She did not feel like she belonged here anymore. Everything had changed.

  Her shoulders were hunched, she must have put her family through hell and she barely gave their feelings a thought when she ran away. All she could care about was escaping from HER problems that she never considered theirs. How could she have been so selfish?

  She was vaguely aware that she was being taken to the private room but she did not care because despite feeling relief that she had seen her parents again, she still wanted to be away from them. She wanted to be with Dimitri even though he killed Darya. How could she been feeling this way? What was wrong with her?

  “Anya?” She glanced up at her father.

     “Yes, father?” She replied.

     His facial expression showed her was concerned for her which made her feel like an even worse human being.

  “Would you like a cup of tea?”

     Her stomach grumbled embarrassingly. “Yes please.” She told him and he angled his head in the direction of the door for the servant to follow Anya’s request.

  Anya was placed down on one of the violet and mint green settees that was placed against the light purple walls facing the west side of the palace. They would never have remained on the south side of the palace because that was strictly for the servants. There were so many of them that they needed a whole side for those who resided here. It was one of the many things she had heard her grandfather mumble about over the years. She could never understand why, if he wanted the servants then he had to place them somewhere, surely?

  Her parents sat on each side of her. They had both yet to remove their hands from her own. She wanted to place them in her lap but she did not dare in fear of hurting their feelings even more. She needed to give them something for the way she had behaved.

  She hoped this feeling in her being that told her to stay away from the palace disappeared soon because she had missed her family. She knew she needed to settle in to what her life used to be like soon.

  “Are you okay my dear?” Katerina asked her.

     Anya could barely look at her mother with her hollow cheeks and the light that had once danced in her eyes had gone.

  “I miss Darya.” She responded. She did not want to speak about herself, that would be even more selfish of her.

  Her mother pulled her to her and wrapped both arms around her tightly. “Oh honey, I am so sorry that had happened. I know the both of you were close.” Katerina mused as she gently rocked her like she used to do when she was a child. Anya felt like one right now. Gone was the fighting spirit she once had that had defined her. Now all she felt was grief for the friend she used to have.

  Darya had been so dear to her, she was the strongest person she had ever encountered. No matter what life had thrown at her, whether it was having no parents to living on the streets as a child all alone, Darya had always come out stronger and now there was nothing. There was no coming out of the other end.

  She let the tears go once again. She had no reason to hold them back anymore. She had to grieve Darya.

  Her father enveloped his own arms around Anya and her mother and she enjoyed the comfort. She needed to feel loved right now because she just did not know what else to feel.