To Be The Empress

Dead of night

Anastasia was too engrossed into exploring the magnificent mansion that she didn't even realize that twilight was falling , and slowly the twilight that there once was fades to a comforting black, a chance to rest well before the new day arrives. At this point Anastasia's feet were sore from  walking around so much , and she still hasn't set foot outside of the manor to explore the courtyard yet. " how massive can this mansion be? these people are mad rich ! " Anastasia thought to herself , noticing how dark it has gotten since she escorted herself out of Duke Adair's office. Wincing at every step she took , she slowly but steadily walked back to her chambers , and the last thing she wanted right now was to encounter either one of her treacherous brothers , well , as if live couldn't be any more vile than it already was, this is exactly what ended up happening.  A figure , tall and built , approached Anastasia as she grimaced in disgust , no matter how much she tried she couldn't wipe away the traces of disgust still on Anastasia 's face as the man was walking closer to her with every step he took , it seemed as if he wanted to start talk. His hair was the brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep. With each stride the strands tumbled, reflecting the strengthening moonlight in waves. his eyes were the blue of every dancing sky, infinite hues illuminated by newborn light of the full moon . Anastasia didn't realize that blue could be such hot fire until she saw those eyes, they burned through anything he set his eyes upon  , his walk matched his pride , so authoritative ,that it made others seem small before its path, other than Anastasia who didn't swerve and continued walking towards her chambers."Anastasia , you've-" a deep voice  is magnetic to the core of people, as if he's able to resonate with all of them and get what he wants just though the power of his voice when others can barely achieve a fraction of what he has to offer, specially women. "Yes my lord , i shouldn't be out of my bed chambers this late at night , I'm incredibly sorry for that , i shall return to my chambers as soon as possible , have a good night sire." Anastasia interrupted , and quickly resumed to her walking while Mark stood there mouth slightly agape  . The scene was quite unbelievable, shocking really. his mind was sent reeling, unable to comprehend or process the images it was being sent by his eyes. he looked away from Anastasia who continued in her path, then looked back to see if she was still there. she indeed was still there. he wasn't used to this , nor that he would ever get used to it anyways. "changed" he mumbled the last word of the phrase knowing that Anastasia was too far away from him to ever hear him , or acknowledge him as a big brother, not after what he has done years back.

"what the fuck was that?!", Anastasia mumbled to herself under her breath, replying the scenario over and over in her head , "why would that motherfucker even initiate a conversation with me in the first place , i thought they hated me , well this is what i inferred from the diary , is the story changing?! THAT CANT BE HAPPENING , HOW AM I MEANT TO SURVIVE IF THE STORY IS CHANGING?" panic was settling into Anastasia as she managed to successfully reach her bedchambers and think it all through. the panic attack rendered Anastasia on the floor,crying , finding it hard to breath, the brain on overload. It is painful. It is scary. And at these times she needs the reassuring presence of someone loving, calm and stable. The chance to co-regulate with another human brain, one whom is relaxed and safe, that is help beyond measure at such times. "Just being there," can make the most enormous difference.however this was something too costly that Anastasia couldn't afford , even if she buried people in gold. It is something Anastasia nor Eliana ever had , a loving and caring hand to hold them , to love them , was that too hard to earn? . no matter how hard it was , Anastasia brought herself up to her feet again and dragged herself on the bed , somehow she managed to calm herself down and get to thinking straight. she was all alone in this world of strangers , no different to the world she is originally from . Anastasia decided to buy trust if she couldn't earn it though humane ways , it was easier and more efficient , as  greed was unlimited and would always win against morals.

Layla , was her first victim...

Anastasia was exhausted , a long day awaits her tomorrow , so with the remaining bit of strength she got in her body , she changes herself into her nightdress and collapses onto the bed , being swallowed whole into the wonderful land of dreams.The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.