Hello, this is Anastasia.
I wonder when will the time that I can put my heart at ease come and give me enough room to breathe.
I was feeling nostalgic when the king asked me to give him a brief introduction of the flowers. No one dared to ask me what I think of. Sure, some does, but no one dared to pay me entire attention that it will be I who will be consious whether they are liking or actually insulting me in their mind. It sounds a little pathetic, but I feel like the king is giving me the swirl of emotions that I haven't experienced yet.
For example, back when he can make me freeze just by making me realize he's in the same room as me. Truth be told, I shouldn't be feeling this affected about his majesty if not for the overwhelming sensation of knowing that among everyone whom I
