// SOMETIMES I WROTE THINGS
BECAUSE I COULDN'T SAY
THEM, COULDN'T SORT OUT MY
FEELINGS ABOUT THEM,
COULDN'T KEEP THEM BOTTLED INSIDE ME. //
- Octavia E. Butler
Anastasia managed to get ready for the day even though her muscles were sore because of the previous night. Dahlia neatly braided Anastasia's hair and the silky orange hair were pulled up into a regal updo in a matter of minutes.
Placing the diadem on her head, Ana walked out of her room and was surprised to find Herbrews standing in front of her.
She frowned.
"Harry, what are you doing here? You should be at the palace.
I gave you clear instructions that you're NOT to leave the premises until I tell you to."
Herbrews looked at her with a confused expression.
"But, didn't you tell Seth to inform me that we were cha
