𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ~ 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐼𝐼𝐼

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑜

While she was hiding and examining each room in the palace, her face remained in secret from people who knew her. She heard the classical strings quartet as she approached the door. Her eyes widened in shock to see many guests below the railing in front of her. All the guests that were unknown to her, came to the occasion that she never wanted to be a part of.

Backing away from the view, before she will be seen. Opening the door and she saw the light under the door. Her eyes witnessed the scenery from outside, feeling the warmth of the atmosphere while she breathed in the fresh air. Her heels came running down the stairs while her hands grabbed her dress to keep her from falling.

She stopped on the platform to look at each side of the palace. As she turned to her left, she walked as the sun beamed blindly into her eyes. Raising her hand above the sunlight to let her eyes view a garden. Her feet kept walking as she searched her way to escape from the wedding.

She stopped at the center in the bushes to see a wall with purple wildflowers with wooden vines upon the bricks. Her voice spoke softly, "Freedom..." Her feet kept running to the wall, seeing an opening from the other side.

Anastasia lowered herself down to grab the shackles off her feet under the skirt. She had spent years, causing herself danger to climb trees. Hearing the birds chirping to her ears, singing her escape song from the other side. Grabbing the heels then threw them one by one over the wall.

Walking to the wall, each hand grabbing each vine. Her eyes looked up, seeing the light shining from the surface. The layers of the dress were slowing her down since she climbed branches of trees in a comforting one-layer dress. Another hand held strongly to the vines before the other one picked up each step as soon as she climbed up.

Suddenly, a soft clearing throat shook her deep, "Hello, My Lady." Her eyes widened while she was hiding her face away from the man behind her. "Are you in need of assistance of some kind?"

"No, no, no thank you." Anastasia waved her hand from her back while she was hiding her face from a man. "You can return inside and wait with all the guests. Don't mind me."

"I... will. But first, I'm curious. What are you doing?"

"Nothing." She kept pulling herself but remained to be stuck from the underskirt. Her foot landed on the vine.

"You're doing something."

She laughed nervously, "I am not."

"You are."

Her voice remained strong, "I am not."

"You are!"

The bell tolls from the distance, Anastasia groaned lightly while she rolled her eyes as she considered more. Figuring out how to keep the man out of her way. Her feet stepped down the vines as she looked at the wall. Speaking honestly to the mockingly, annoying man.

"Well as you can see, I'm trying to climb over the garden wall."

"Climb..." Anastasia sighed as she concentrated on the vines. Calculating physics in her head while she set her fists on her hips, "Whatever for?"

"Currently, I'm changing the allegory in the fairytale that I am saving myself from the beast."

"Beast?"

"Or a troll. Maybe a disfigured giant with warts. Who knows he could be worse."

"Who are we discussing?"

Anastasia laughed loudly while she raised her eyebrows, averting her face from him. "That is impertinent. None of your business. Be gone." She stood still, waiting to hear footsteps walking away from her. There was silence. Her eyes closed as she sighed lightly, shaking her head. Cursing herself as she spoke out loud, "The King. Clearly, now you know, I am the bride marrying a strange man that people won't answer my questions about him. So, I am left off in thinking that he is a beast, or a troll, or a giant."