ANASTASIA

XLII

Rewind—a wishful thinking that a certain moment will happen again.

--unknown

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The unexpected arrival of the king has shaken Anastasia to her core. She hasn’t told anyone yet, but ever since Odelle has told her about that, she’s been so sensitive about anything related to the king—and right now, having the chance to accompany him in an evening without formal reasoning to do so, she feels like she’s about to burst with all the emotions swirling in.

“I don’t know the real names of the flowers, but since I come here often, I named them with what I can easily remember.” Sitting down the bench with only a few spaces between her and the king, she held herself together and pointed at the flowers in front of them, the moon and the night lamps illuminating the garden.

“The yellow flowers