It was quite a beautiful day as Anastasia was thinking while walking through the foyer. She soon reach the training ground of her palace, she was wearing her training armor, as usual she use her dagger as it was quite special, afterall it was gift from her older brother which was given to her when she was ten. Now anastaisa is 16 year old. Today she retire early then usual as it was the day when she is planning to sneak out.
'It seems that today is the day of banquet I dont know the reason why the banquet is held on however, I can't miss today's celebration, if i want to meet everyone it has to be today brother is coming to. I want to know more about everything.Nevertheless, let's get ready before it's too late.
She quickly changed into a elegant outfit, one that wouldn't attract attention, but would allow her to blend in with the crowd later. She brushed through her long hair, a final check to make sure it wasn't too formal—just enough to pass unnoticed.
Even in the simplest attire, Anastasia seemed to radiate an ethereal beauty that couldn't be concealed. The soft, flowing fabric of her clothes clung to her form gracefully, her presence still commanding attention despite her efforts to remain inconspicuous. It was as though the very air around her acknowledged her beauty, the subtle glow of her skin, the way the light caught the curves of her face, and the delicate swish of her hair. She could have worn rags, and still, she would have appeared as if an angel had descended from the heavens
As she moved through the corridors, her every step seemed to carry an unspoken weight, a destiny she wasn't fully aware of yet, Anastasia made her way towards the door.
As Anastasia entered the grand palace, she couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider in her own home. No one seemed to recognize her. They were too preoccupied with their own conversations and preparations for the evening's banquet, but her striking silver hair caught the attention of many. It shimmered in the light like moonbeams. She kept her head lowered, doing her best to avoid making eye contact, though she could sense the curious glances following her. This was the first time she had ventured into the heart of the palace like this, amidst so many people, and she couldn't help but feel nervous. The tightness in her chest grew as she approached the grand hall, the laughter and chatter spilling out from behind the closed doors. She was standing infront of the back door, it was the only way she'd able to go unnoticed.
As Anastasia crept further into the banquet hall, her heart raced in a mixture of awe and anxiety. The space was filled with nobles in their finest attire, the glittering lights reflecting off their jewels and the soft rustling of silk gowns. It was like a dream—an extravagant world she never been part of, she could only read it in books.
She was so lost in her observations that she barely heard the announcer's voice at first. But then, the words cut through the murmur of conversation, sending a chill through her spine.
"The members of the royal family are entering."
Anastasia's pulse quickened. Her family—her parents and brother—were coming in, and this was the moment she had been waiting for. She held her breath as she tried to steady herself, focusing on the doors. But what she saw made her stomach drop.
Her parents entered first, her father the king of Valoria Sidric de Val Omerta with silver hair and ice blue eyes beside him was her mother the empress of Valoria Viven de Val Omerta, Behind them was her brother, tall and composed, a hint of a smile on his face as he greeted the nobles. It was exactly what she expected.
But then, something unexpected happened. Following closely behind them, was a figure she hadn't seen before. A girl, with striking grey hair and violet eyes—eyes that seemed to shimmer.
The murmurs of the crowd grew louder, and Anastasia's heart skipped a beat as she heard them.
"Princess Valarose... Princess Valarose, welcome!"
She froze. Princess Valarose?
Her mind spun as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Princess? She was the princess of Valoria—there was no one else who could claim that. But this girl… This girl was being treated like royalty, like she belonged beside her family. The whispers around the hall spoke volumes, and the name "Valarose" echoed in her mind. How could it be? I have never felt the warmth of my famliy who is this girl why is.. why is she there?.
She watched, frozen, as the girl—Valarose—smiled and greeted the guests, her violet eyes scanning the room as if she were already in control of it all.