"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
I put my hand on my lap, looking back down in shame. I hope he doesn't get mad.
"It's alright Anastasia."
"I don't feel very well, it would be better if I just went back to my room. Eating with you all here is just bothersome for you…" I'm cut off by my older brother who grabs onto my arm tightly, pulling me back down.
"No need, I am quite alright, so please sit back down and eat with us. You've been unwell so we haven't been able to spend much time together."
Reluctantly I stay seated. The others continue onwards with their conversation.
"Yes, that is quite right Dimitri," the woman says. "Anyway, since we're already on the topic of Anya, why don't we discuss your fiancé?"
"Mother," Dimitri says in a warning tone.
"What? He has been out of control! For someone who is the Third Prince of our empire, he behaves too much like the bastard son of an earl."
"Katiana, I said that we would discuss this later. Breakfast just after Anya has woken up is not the time for this type of conversation," the Marquis butts in.
"Well when do you suppose we do discuss this topic. If he continues on like this not only will he bring shame to Anya, but to our entire family."
"Fiancé?"
I'm almost bewildered. This girl doesn't seem that old, she's defiantly younger than me in my previous life. But to be engaged already?
"Yes, why else would I call him that."
"But I," I pause to think before I continue to speak anymore.
I need to be preparing for my future. Devil said that I must fall in love, but for what I have just heard about this man, it seems that he will be getting in my way. I really need to speak to Devil, but for now wouldn't it be best to break off my engagement to this man...
"I have made a decision."
"And what decision would that be?" The Marquis asks.
"I will break off my endgame to to the Third Prince."
There is a stunned silence at the table.
"Why!" Dimitri shouts.
"Well weren't you all just discussing his recent poor behavior."
"Recent?" someone says mockingly.
"Enough Elodie! Dimitri! I would like to hear your reasoning behind this Anastasia."
"Very well. It is a rather simple reason, I don't really want to marry him."
"That's it? You're telling me to break-off an engagement with the Imperial family simply because you 'don't really want to marry him'?"
"No, there's more."
"Well, what is it?"
"It's a silly reason so I will not utter a word of it to you."
"What? Why not? Tell me now Anya!" he shouts.
"I said no," I glare at him, "did you not hear me? Do I need to say it again for it to work it's way into your brain? I said that I do not want to marry him, is there any ligament reason that I would take that statement back? Or is it just your pride?"
He stares at me, clearly very angry. But I don't particularly care if I've upset him, that's his problem not mine. If he doesn't like it, he better just suck it up and stop gawking at me.
"We will discuss this later, at a time when you will have learned to hold your tongue."
Crazy fucker! I can't believe that this girl actually put up with this kind of treatment from her family. It's already very clear that some of them like me and some of them detest me. I don't know why now, but I will have to find out later.
I toss my napkin onto the plate, push my chair away, and stand up.
"If that is all, I will excuse myself now."
Without waiting for them to answer I walk away from the table, throwing the doors open in front of me, then slamming them shut when I walk out. I run back to my room, not waiting another moment for the chance to have someone I don't know pounce on my.
I though myself onto my bed, just like princesses do in movies, and let out a deep sigh. I have no idea how this body went through that everyday of its life. My family was more than enough when it came to torture everyday, but it was different than this.
Plus I was spaced out most of the time, thinking about being anywhere else but there. Yet for some reason, I couldn't do that this morning. I suppose that I'm just worn out. I have been awake since very early this morning, I guess that I could really say that I've been up before then sun.
Getting some more sleep might not kill me, if I dream, then maybe this day might get better...what a silly thought. Now I feel down.
"I'm a silly person."
The hair slowly shifts down my cheeks and into my eyes. Now I remember why I cut my hair short! I am not going to be able to live with this hair length much longer. Once I wake up from my short nap it's all coming off!
"You hear me! I'm not going to live with long hair! Your time is up soon long hair!" I mumble random words as I drift off. "No more hair! Yippee....I wanna dance...night night."
As the darkness begins to drift in, I feel my bed shift and a hand gently rubs my shoulder, caressing my back and tickling my neck.
"Hehe, stop it...that tickles...zz...zzzz...."
"Shh, go back to sleep. You've been up since dawn, no wonder you're all grumpy and tired. Get some rest and you'll feel much better."
A deep voice, like a mans, calls out to me. It's calming and almost pleasing to listen to. It relaxes me, enough form me to drift off into my subconscious.
"That's it, just fall asleep...you'll feel better...I promise...relax..."
"G'night," I mumble to the person with me.
"Good night Evan...sleep well..." a light kiss on my forehead knocks me out cold.
Ahh, dreamscape I see you in this distance.0