Let's travel back to years before.
When Anastasia was a young lass during the war.
Her father became ill for all to see, but he had not bore a son to be.
His ashamed wife hung her head low near the stained glass pane sparkling from the sun.
The happiness and safety lacked from within, which meant a little ray of sunshine would never be enough.
His last wish before death was clear as crystal. He demanded someone fit for his daughter, Anastasia.
"When the time comes, and she is grown," she looked down to meet with a pair of similar colored eyes. "You have my word, she will marry wise."
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