[ The words came out at a near whisper, his own voice weak and faltering. He held his hands to his head and glanced at the courtyard over her shoulder, searching for anything to look at but her. Seeing her so weak and vulnerable was a sight more than he could bear, yet despite himself he couldn't keep his eyes off her for more than a moment. She was pouring out her heart to him rather he liked it or not, and it completely and utterly commanded his attention.
For once, he had no scathing words to throw back at her. There was nothing he could come up with to chase her away, and for the first time in years he didn't want to. He didn't want to go another day of his life not seeing her beautiful face just as it was now, pure and untarnished by the bloodstains of red. This woman had to be same as that he had known and loved. How could she ever put on an act like this?
His eyes fell to the ground once more in an attempt to build enough courage to speak. What to even say? He wanted more than anything to trust her. He wanted it more than he wanted freedom from this place. As much as he wanted to believe, he couldn't stop the doubts beginning to creep into the back of his mind. His eyes ventured to the crown laying on the cold ground; he knew it was the only way he could truly know. He bent down and pulled it from the cold, dusting the white flakes off of it's shimmering jewels. He looked at her again, his hand offering the crown to her. ]
I need to know for sure, Anastasia. If all you say is true.
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[ The words came out at a near whisper, his own voice weak and faltering. He held his hands to his head and glanced at the courtyard over her shoulder, searching for anything to look at but her. Seeing her so weak and vulnerable was a sight more than he could bear, yet despite himself he couldn't keep his eyes off her for more than a moment. She was pouring out her heart to him rather he liked it or not, and it completely and utterly commanded his attention.
For once, he had no scathing words to throw back at her. There was nothing he could come up with to chase her away, and for the first time in years he didn't want to. He didn't want to go another day of his life not seeing her beautiful face just as it was now, pure and untarnished by the bloodstains of red. This woman had to be same as that he had known and loved. How could she ever put on an act like this?
His eyes fell to the ground once more in an attempt to build enough courage to speak. What to even say? He wanted more than anything to trust her. He wanted it more than he wanted freedom from this place. As much as he wanted to believe, he couldn't stop the doubts beginning to creep into the back of his mind. His eyes ventured to the crown laying on the cold ground; he knew it was the only way he could truly know. He bent down and pulled it from the cold, dusting the white flakes off of it's shimmering jewels. He looked at her again, his hand offering the crown to her. ]
I need to know for sure, Anastasia. If all you say is true.