Past Demons Surface
The morning was bright, the opposite as how Anastasia felt. Beads of sweat rolled off her forehead as she squirmed in her bed yelling, her eldest brother burst into the room flanked by a myserious man. He runs over and cradles her "Shush, it's all okay. You are safe, I've got you sweetheart." He kept saying sweet nothings into her long blonde balayage before she drifted off again.
He ran his hands down his face and his fingers got lost in his black tresses. " I wasn't there..." his comrades looking at him before drifting their gazes at the sleeping girl. She had porcelain skin with some red imperfections across both her cheeks and naturally arched brown eyebrows. Her delicate hand rested above her head, arched at the elbow in order to fit in the bed. Confusion drawn on both of their faces. Cesare smacked a lone tear, betraying his cold disposition. It was clear to anyone with eyes that the two men beside him were the Italian brothers. The most feared men some how managed to be amicable. Maybe even so far as to be loyal friends. Hence their visit to the DeGossi Princess, whos existence is known by some but to witness her is a privilege in this world.
Which is world is that? Well you'll have to wait.....
