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It was but two people who fanned a spark that became a flame; one that lit the match that burned down life as they knew it; all while the couple danced in the center of the fire’s afterglow and kissed the ash from one another’s cheeks.
The only time she let it out was when she escaped to St. Petersburg on Sunday mornings.
I fel lik no matter what she would be always watched even on sundays
When he finally spoke, it was a voice that Anastasia would never forget, slow like honey, as if he was trying out how her name tasted.
“Watch that mouth, Anya,” he chuckled, the reverberations of his voice against her nearly sending Anastasia over the edge. “It is still technically the Lord’s day.”
“It sends a message.” Mikhail couldn’t help the smirk that slid over his face. Some moments they could barely stand one another, but he loved how her mind worked. “That message is?”
“Move aside.”
He wanted to destroy
her family and anyone who had ever made her feel like she was lesser than or had tried to diminish her power.
“Address her one more time,” Mikhail growled, “And I will personally tear you limb from limb for practice.”
“Well, I am a sucker for men with hair longer than mine.”
“Don’t let them convince you that your only worth is your magic. You aren’t their weapon or a tool; you’re a person. We have a situation with your father. What do you want to do about it?”
“I AM ANASTASIA NIKOALEVNA ROMANOVA. MY FATHER CANNOT KEEP ME IN CHAINS!!”
