Anastasia’s jaws were slaked. Her eyes were watching him with a frightened gaze. She couldn't think what she should do now because she was caught by him. Her breathing turned rapid and eyes were not blinking for a moment while looking at prince Stephan.
“Why do you look scared?” Prince Stephan asked Anastasia with his colder tone.
Anastasia was laying on the prince’s softer bed. It was soft as if rose petals were spread under it. It was bouncy and covered with a quilt made of pure silk worth millions. Any other woman could be glad to lay on his bed but Anastasia was scared like hell.
Nobody could ever have a chance to sit onto his bed except from Lilibet but today Anastasia was thrown on it. She saw him coming to her.
“What…prince Stephan… I am not scared.” she held her breath and shra
