The Marrying The Prince

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Anastasia turned her body again when her sense of deepness did not also greet her. Both of Anastasia's eyes felt heavy, her body also felt tired but, her mind was very fresh and excited to think of many things. Anastasia again took a deep breath while staring at the ceiling of the bed.

Ferdinand....Where is he really? why does everyone seem like no one wants to ask about his whereabouts? even until the family gathering is over, no one asks. Only George had ever mentioned Ferdinand by name but, it was also not a form of curiosity or worry because of Ferdinand's existence.

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Anastasia flinched as her bedroom door was knocked firmly. Guests at this hour?

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In a fit of agitation, Anastasia immediately got out of her bed and grabbed onto her coat.

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"Yes.patience"

With a slight hesitation, Anastasia turned the key slowly but, as she was about to hold the doorknob, the door opened strongly. The strong and wide thrust that hit Anastasia would certainly make her unprepared kiss the floor

The pain in the buttocks when kissing the floor, the excruciating pain in his forehead and face made Anastasia squeal in surprise.

Without caring about what he did, without caring about Anastasia's screeches, without caring about the consequences of what he did, Ferdinand passed by and passed by Anastasia who was still sitting on the floor holding her face.

Bloods.... Anastasia grimaced painfully while rubbing her wet nose. The blood on both hands made Anastasia look up immediately to block the way of blood out.

When was the last time his nose was bleeding like this? Why after painstakingly defending himself so as not to be physically and mentally injured all this is repeated again? The stifling coldness inside his chest grew when he heard the sound of the bathroom door thumping loudly.

Ferdinad really doesn't care, or maybe it was on purpose?

Now, it was not only the flow in her nose that Anastasia tried to hold, but also the flow in her two eyes that was already full.

Anastasia's head was still looking up while closing her nose and holding back her cries.

Rough and very harsh. Ferdinand's treatment was not much different as he thought. What Ferdinand did again made it clear to himself not to fall asleep. To always be aware if he is,

Was worthless...

Anastasia must be aware and must know herself, Anastasia must emphasize and re-discriminate about who she is.

With great difficulty Anastasia tried to get up from the floor, looking for the balance of her legs, then stepped towards the door that was still gaping wide. She had to go to cry, she had to hide for her safety. Because, like his experience, if he was still with someone who hated him, he would be injured even worse, he would bleed even more. Anastasia escaped...

What harm? what did he do so he had to feel this again? Why did he have to look back at the blood flowing from his body?

The celebration continued to revolve in Anastasia's head, accompanying her steps that were going nowhere.

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Ferdinand was still soaking his body with both eyes tightly shut. His body was already a little more relaxed but not with his mind. The incident when his beloved horse that bled to death made Ferdinand continue to feel bad.

There was nothing he could think of anymore, nothing he could feel but hate. Hate everything that happened to him.

His father, is someone who is now very much in hate. And then Anastasia, the bitch who made all this happen.

If Anastasia had not been in her family, if she had killed Anastasia back then, her life would have been what it was, for sure she would have continued to live a free and peaceful life.

Lazily, Ferdinand finally got up from the bathtub and immediately rinsed his body. He quickly grabbed the bath coat and opened the door.

Empty..The state of the empty room was no one but, he did not care. With a careless step Ferdinand stepped towards the closet. Pajama sleep, then throw his body firmly on the bed but, damn it! Ferdinand subconsciously held his breath as his body landed on the bed. The smell of Anstasia that was strong there made him upset again.

Ferdinand took a deep breath with his eyes closed. He tries to find peace to think clearly.

Minutes passed, tens of minutes passed by, until unconsciously hours had gone by but, kantuk did not also greet Ferdinand. His two eyes blocked fresh, his already calm mind contents began to spin in a sane manner then.....

Where is Anastasia?

The thought of that approached Ferdinand. With his body still lazing on top of his soft bed, Ferdinand's tail of eyes glanced towards the room door. The door of the room where he gave a little surprise and notice if he was in a bad mood. He wanted to tell Anastasia if she was in a bad state and out of it.

His beloved horse dies, his father begins to dread, he must re-assemble with his family tomorrow, not to mention he must face George.

"Damn! Shit!"

Ferdinand groaned in annoyance as his memories returned upon seeing how Anastasia was with Michael. Anastasia who looks innocent it turns out the same, like the girl he used to meet, cheap girl who easily and easily get closer to many men in fact, though, the, he had thought that he would try to be a man who would be loyal to his wife. But now, what did he get? By looking at Anastasia like that makes him think if Anstasia is the same, sooner or later Anastasia will also have another man.

Their gray marriage did not have a solid foundation, he also realized that he also could not build the foundation and therefore, because, Anastasia who also knew that would definitely choose another path. The girl must have wanted to find another man because she already had another woman.

Back, Ferdinand groaned in annoyance. He will not accept if there is another man in his marriage, he does not want if the girl he married will have another man. Nah! nay! He wanted his wife to have only one man, and that was him.

Ferdinand roughly rubbed his face, but suddenly, his familiar sense of hearing and instinct on the battlefield made him instantly close his eyes.

Very slowly, Anastasia pushed slowly the door of the room. So careful that Anastasia involuntarily held her breath. From the blemish of the door that had opened a little, Anatasia peered into the room.

A man in his hindarin was already lying on the bed with his eyes closed. And that sight, finally made Anastasia able to waste her breath.

Still with a move like a thief who was lurking in his own room, Anastasia began to slightly widen the door. Very slowly, very carefully, very thrilling for Anastasia when her body had already entered into the room with a very small door.

Anastasia started walking slowly while continuing to stare at the bed. The destination was the closet, he would pick up his gear in order to get through the cold night outside.

Back Anastasia held her breath as the slow movement of her hand began to pull on the closet door. When the door opens and thank God! as the door did not sound, Anatasia began to take away the three coats that were there.

Still holding her breath, Anastasia closed the gaping closet door. Then walked very very slowly towards the exit.

When he was at the door, the three coats in his hand made Anatasia have to widen the door a little blemish. Anastasia's heart was pounding when she heard the sound of movement on the bed and crab! Ferdinand with his eyes closed tilted his body towards the door, towards himself. Anastasia felt like she had been discovered and was being watched even though, the reality she saw, Ferdinand was still sound asleep.

Alright.. Anastasia should be calm and should be quick. That thought made him quickly move back, open the door, then sneak up on the door slam. After her body managed to pass through the door slam, Anastasia instantly closed the door back very slowly and.

With fear and nervousness still lingering, as if she was stealing the Queen's jewelry, Anastasia who had managed to come out immediately took a thousand steps. Run as fast as possible to his destination, a place he found to spend the night.

The barn, was the place Anastasia had been looking for in the house after she had exited the room while holding her blood flowing. The childhood filled with escape and hiding made him very know where his goal to save himself, as now. Anastasia's been piling straw for her bed tonight.

Anastasia took a deep breath to calm herself, who was still a little nervous after stealing her own coat, and then began to stretch one coat over the straw on the floor and began to land her buttocks there.

Anastasia's hand fumbled over the straw surface while smiling wistfully.

"Hallo hay... Anastasia who used you to sleep is back"

Still smiling, Anastasia widened her coat and piled it into one of her two remaining coats. With the space narrow and limited, Anastasia began to take the most comfortable sitting position for her to sleep in. Bending his legs, then enveloping himself while leaning his back on the pile of grain sacks. His sleep preparation was over and now, it was time to cry.

With both hands tightly hugging her legs, minutes passed by crying holding back Anastasia's voice. Anastasia's hand that would wipe her tears occasionally made pain in the part of her face that had been hit by the door. And Anastasia believes that the pain will create another color in her skin.

Ferdinand who had almost lost track of Anastasia was finally able to catch up. Now, he was still silent in front of the closed warehouse door. The voice of Anastasia who was talking with straw, then followed by the sound of crying restrained, making Ferdinand's hand continue to itch to open the door but, he still did not do it. He just stood still without doing anything.

And tonight... Ferdinand did not know if he had reopened someone's old memories and wounds. The dark times of someone who never ends up back in his match coldly. Ferdinand made new wounds on top of some of Anastasia's scars.

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