The Marrying The Prince

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"I'm thinking about it"

"I'm thinking about it"

"I'm thinking about Ana"

Ferdinand again took a deep breath while playing back the water in the bath that bathed his body. Repeatedly he could say it now but not when Anastasia asked him directly. For some reason, when Anastasia asked softly, she could only shut up and could not answer.

"Arrgh shit! What should I do!"

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Anastasia glanced at the candles that were the lights on the castle walls tonight. Her hands gracefully flipped the spoon and fork, drank some water, then wiped the corners of her lips. Signs that he's done eating dinner.

Ferdinand who saw the closing move immediately opened his voice.

"We have to do the marriage endorsement"

Ferdinand's unceremonious and unceasing speech made Anastasia again reach for her glass, sip the contents of the glass to the toilet, and look at Ferdinand with round eyes. Ohh gosh.could have been when they were still in a state that again awkward Ferdinand talked about the endorsement of marriage.

Anastasia's facial features and gestures made Ferdinand anxious but, with all his might Ferdinand held back his anxiety. Ferdinand cleared his throat a few times

"We can't run away from this An. We have to do the confirmation, we have to do it"

"Why?"

"Yes??"

With both eyes closed, Anastasia opened her voice again

"Why should we do it?"

Ferdinand's lips suddenly felt faint. Why did Anastasia ask? Obviously they should do it because they're married, right? Which part needs to be explained again? Ahh shit! Why Anastasia should ask.

With a huff, Ferdinand glanced at Anastasia who had reopened her eyes.

"What part don't you understand? my max..." Back, Ferdinand glanced at Anastasia. "We're married Ana, of course ki-"

"I'm not ready yet"

The three words that Anastasia spoke, immediately made Ferdinand swallow all the words that would be released.

Anastasia bit her deep cheek strongly, she was really confused as to how. It would be a lie and a hypocrite if he said he didn't want Ferdinand but... The thought of Ferdinand not loving her and never even thinking about their marriage frightened her.

And, after they do the confirmation then what? After they do it, what? Their marriage which has not shown clarity could have brought Ferdinand back to his beloved, at any time, every second of every minute whenever it could have happened.

Anastasia loved Ferdinand very much, she had done and sacrificed everything to be with Ferdinand but, she was not ready to give herself up now.

Many doubts, many fears felt Anastasia, but the most real is...

He was most afraid to show his body.

He was very afraid to imagine how Ferdinand's disgust would react when he saw his disfigured body.

Nah! nay! Anastasia could not imagine it.

Nah! he could not show his bad body! he can't show his disability! he can't! Like his entire family Ferdinand would be disgusted at him! Ferdinand would hate him! Ferdinand would get angry and beat him up like his other family! Ferdinand would treat him like his family were disgusted at him!

"ANASTASIYA!!!!"

"Don't hate me... Don't hit me.... This is sick, please..... Please this hurts. Don't hit me again..."

Ferdinand was still holding onto both shoulders of the trembling Anastasia. Anastasia's eyes were still tightly closed with both hands still firmly closed both ears.

"Yes...."

Anastasia sobs strongly...

Without being able to understand what was happening, Ferdinand who was still shocked by Anastasia's sudden change immediately grabbed onto the body of the girl who was still shaking violently. Anastasia's hands were still covering both of her ears tightly, her eyes were still tightly closed, her stuffing was getting more intense and her body was trembling with fear.

"Don't..don't..please..save me..please please..."

"Yes..."

Whether what happened to Anastasia who had suddenly reacted like that, Ferdinand did not understand.

"Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you... I'm with you Ana...."

"No one's gonna hurt you, Ana...."

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Ferdinand was still silent on the chair of his room desk, his forefingers constantly scratching the wooden table. Occasionally his eyes glanced at the connecting door, occasionally his eyes glanced towards the window of his room that was still wide open. Until the sound of knocking on the door was heard, which he was waiting for arrived.

"Open up Carl"

Politely, Carl went straight in and closed Ferdinand's door. His head was polite.

"Your Highness"

Carl raised his head again and looked at Ferdinand who kept staring at the connecting door of his room. I don't know what happened but, Ferdinand's finger scratch showed that he wasn't relaxed.

His father's habits declined markedly on Ferdinand

"When did you arrive?"

"Just Your Highness"

"What do you know about Princess Anastasia?"

Carl's powerful twitching brows wanted to lift up, but with all his might, Carl held back his eyebrows from rising.

Hold Carl, hold... Ferdinand is serious... This bad boy is serious...

"What do you want to know about Your Highness?"

"Something scared him"

After understanding Ferdinand's direction, Carl nodded then opened his voice

"I only know a few Your Highness stories, don't know much"

Ferdinand glanced at Carl for a moment.

"Continue Carl"

"Since the execution of the late Queen Mary and King James remarried, several times Her Highness almost claimed lives in the palace" Carl searched to glance at Ferdinand who had not shown a change in facial expression. "Just after the execution was completed, Her Highness was put into a public prison by the late King James"

"What?"

Carl nodded confidently while holding a twitch at the corner of his lips that wanted to lift.

"The rumors I've heard, they did so that Her Highness wouldn't mess up when King James's wedding took place and most importantly, it did, to pressure the late Queen Mary's side not to do anything about the hasty marriage of the late King James" Carl goes back to dissecting her remarks, and this time he could enjoy the sight of Ferdinand's eyes widening with the look of his surprised face that made Carl hold back a laugh. Carl took a deep breath to calm his tingling and continued his "I also heard that Princess Anastasia had almost died after being drowned in a lake near the palace of Eden. And that was on the orders of the late Queen Sofia, her stepmother. Her Highness also almost died because it was put in a crate for days"

For Ferdinand right now, what Carl was saying made no sense to hear. Ferdinand had no idea Anastasia's misfortune was more than he had ever imagined. Ferdinand straightened his legs while taking a breath, taking a breath for his chest that was starting to suffocate

"Then?"

Carl looked at Ferdinand who was already standing up from his chair to head to the bedroom window. Ferdinand's annoying face had turned cold, and Carl knew that he had to be serious.

"What I hear, since the late Queen Mary was executed for infidelity, the extended family of King James claims Her Highness was an illegitimate child. They always try to shift the crown of Her Highness to someone else I don't know who. But, the supporting nobles and the family of the late Queen Mary were strong enough that King James could not be rash. For years the late King James tried to find 'things' that could indicate that Her Highness was not his daughter but all traits showed that Her Highness was indeed the daughter of King James and Queen Mary. And it was also the end that made them only able to do a flaw for Her Highness"

"Disfucked?"

Carl's head nodded confidently as he looked at Ferdinand's back

"They refer to Her Highness as a disfigured and disgusting Princess. The nickname was commonly heard in the palace when we used to go to Trancia several times. But we don't know, what kind of disability they maxed out, especially when meeting Her Highness we just saw her like an ordinary girl" Helaan long breath Ferdinand blew, saying, Carl glanced back at Ferdinand's back who remained silent. "That's all I know about Your Highness"

"Get out"

Dutifully Carl nodded and bowed politely

"Good night Your Highness"

After Carl left his room, Ferdinand's hand was raised to massage his throbbing temple.

"My head is ayaktt"

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