When Anastasia woke up she couldn't believe how well she slept. She did not notice she fell asleep and woke up to Elena preparing dresses for her.
"Good morning Your Highness, today is the ceremony held for Your Majesty's wedding we have a lot to do today," she said smiling. Anastasia was annoyed she did not want to get married.
She pulled herself out of bed and let the maids bathe and dress her up. She was put in a beautiful gown that fit like a glove but flowed like the wind. Her hair was pinned back with the most beautiful accessories.
"Am I really about to become a Queen" Anastasia thought as they walked through the halls to the ceremony hall?
"I know nothing about being a Queen! I just want to live quietly!" She cried in her heart as she approached the guarded doors. Two soldiers stood there holding long spears they announced her arrival.
"Princess Anastasia has arrived," they said as they opened the doors to a brightly lit room filled with people she'd never seen before. Anastasia stood at the threshold she scanned the entire room before her eyes landed on the man standing at the altar.
Wolf stood there like a gallant knight his attire was that of royalty he looked godly. She gulped trying to soothe her dry cracked throat. The dress she wore was long she tried her best not to trip and fall as she walked down the aisle.
She could feel all the eyes burning on her some looked at her with pity some hatred. What they didn't know was that Anastasia did not want this marriage she was not even a part of their world.
Stepping up she took her position next to Wolf she did not even spare him a glance once she was closer. Yet she could feel his gaze nonstop. The pope or pastor Anastasia did not know what they were called in this world and began to speak unifying their marriage.
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"You may kiss the bride," he said and Anastasia nearly fainted.
"KISS?!!" Anastasia screamed inside she had completely forgotten about the kiss that sealed a marriage. Her mind was too occupied by the fact that she was about to be a Queen, marry a psychopath, and could die any moment "Kissing" wasn't on her radar.
Anastasia shakily turned to face Wolf who stood there glaring at her. He reached out his hands to lift her veil and reveal her nervous flushed face. Unknowingly his lips twitched with anticipation he had never kissed anyone before either.
Anastasia mistook his glare as being unsatisfied and she figured his distaste for women was still prominent. When he began to lean in Anastasia tensed up and closed her eyes awaiting her first kiss to be stolen.
Peck
A warm soft pair of lips pecked her forehead she opened her eyes to Wolf's face who was still leaning in looking into her eyes. Her face contorted a little she was expecting a kiss on the lips but she quickly became happy realizing her first kiss wasn't stolen by a maniac.
Carl approached the altar with two crowns one befitting a King and the other a Queen. Wolf's crown was placed on his head and then Anastasia. She wanted to touch her head to make sure this was all real she had become a Queen.
Anastasia and Wolf were directed to a different part of the banquet hall where thrones were ready for them. As Anastasia sat on her throne for the time with her crown on her head and hundreds of people bowing to her she felt an overwhelming feeling of power.
"If I become a good Queen he wouldn't be able to kill me easily right?" She thought as she looked at the bustling party.
The ceremony went on with Anastasia watching people socialize. She ate the delicious food that was served and she accepted the gifts her new subjects offered in congratulations.
"Your Royal Highnesses I offer this painting as a gift to you it symbolizes a healthy and happy marriage"
"Your Royal Highnesses..."
The rest of the night went on like this over a hundred people offering gifts. By the end Anastasia was worn out and her face hurt from smiling too much. Her head bobbed back and forth as she tried to stay awake.
One thing about Anastasia is that when she is tired she can fall asleep just about anywhere. She's unable to fight off the enemy of sleepiness but as a Queen, she had an image to uphold.
"The ceremony will end here," Wolf said suddenly as he stood from his throne.
"But my King the ceremony is supposed to last until the night hour." Carl reminded him.
"I said it'll end now," Wolf said taking Anastasia arm and pulling her from her throne.
"Oh my his Majesty is eager to have the Queen to himself," some said watching the scene unfold. People had heard that the King who despised women had taken an interest in the new Princess of a foreign country. They did not expect it to be true but seeing their Kings action just now their hearts leaped with joy.
Anastasia's heart leaped for another reason entirely. She wasn't sure why he suddenly dragged her away the sleepiness that she was just trying to avoid had completely disappeared.
"M-my King, where are we going?" Anastasia said from behind as he still held her arm dragging her through the palace. His steps were much larger than hers so it was hard to keep up, especially with the long gown and high heels.
When they approached the bed chambers her scalp ached.
"Did he want to do.. that?" She thought as he opened the door and dragged her inside.
Bang
The door closed loudly probably not as loud as she imagined it but this scene was too frightening Anastasia started to panic.
"My King I-" she was cut off.
"Call me Wolf," he said taking off some of the heavy clothing he had on for the ceremony. Anastasia racked her eyes over him taking in the way he moved.
"How could I?"
"We're married now don't be so formal."
"Th-then if that's what you wish but call me Anastasia as well."
"Alright.. Anastasia".
Anastasia felt like her knees could go out at the sound of her name leaving his lips. She subconsciously felt that Wolf looked unfairly handsome. It's hard to hate a face so beautiful but she knew behind that beautiful face was a beast.
"You nearly fell off your throne because you were so sleepy. Are you a kid who can't stay up past their bedtime" he teased her.
"He saw me?!" She felt embarrassed.
"It was going on so long I was getting tired." She admitted laughing nervously.
Wolf looked at her with curiosity such an expression just wasn't seen where he came from. Is everyone in the Holy Kingdom so expressive? He thought.
"Well sleep now and I don't expect you to uphold your duties as Queen just do as you normally do."
"Do you think I can't do a good job?" Anastasia felt wronged did he think she was incompetent? I mean she did doubt herself but to hear it from another person gave her an irritated feeling.
"It's not that..just do as I say."
Anastasia did not want to poke the bear so she conceded this round but in her heart, she wanted to prove him and herself wrong. But she knew that her role of Queen was temporary considering Beatrice was Wolf's true Queen.
"You were sleepy a moment ago but now you seem lively," Wolf noted sitting at his desk.
"Are you going to work now?" Anastasia said changing the subject "Of course, I'm not sleepy anymore when I have to be alone with you!" She thought.
"Yes, I have things to look over, you sleep first."
"Can I help?" Anastasia found herself asking if she was scared around Wolf but she was curious about the Kingdom and thought this was an opportunity to learn.
"There's nothing."
"I'm sure there's something hmm.. let me sort the documents." She said pulling a chair up and making her way to his desk. As a college student in her previous life, Anastasia prided herself on being organized.
Wolf just looked at her and decided to let her be other than Carl no one had helped him with work. The two of them sat silently as Wolf worker and Anastasia organized the documents he finished.
Only the sound of rustling paper was heard in the room but it was a comfortable silence. Time passed and Anastasia felt her eyelids and heavy. Once again she fought her enemy of sleep but was ultimately defeated as her head laid down on the desk.
"Tch" Wolf scoffed looking at Anastasia sleeping on the pile of important documents.
He got up from his seat and went to her when he saw her sleeping face it was beautiful he thought. Picking her up princess style he carried her to their bed and laid her down.
Deciding he's had enough work for the night he climbed in bed next to her. On his side, he stared at Anastasia's profile.
"Who are you?" He said wondering why such a woman was stirring his heart and mind.