“What did my child do wrong to deserve all of this?”
--Dane
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No one expected for Anastasia to fall blo*dy before fainting. “Anastasia!” calling her as he moved forward to catch her, Vesper’s face is painted with worry as he held her in his hands—in such a state, it reminded him of how his father was when his lifeline was at a nearly similar state earlier. “Anastasia! Wake up!” gently tapping her cheek, he desperately tried to help her regain her consciousness.
Her body is pale and fragile, that even for the king, holding her is such a tough matter—afraid that she might crush her instead of helping her. “This is not funny, my love. Open your eyes.” trying to make the situation light, he held her ever so gently before feeling her pulse—and when his fingers touched her wrist, his ey
