Anastasia adjusted herself on the bed when Samsul explained himself. She climbed out of the bed and walked over to the closet and started to change into a dress for the day. She had no inkling of who Samsul was talking about. It was most likely someone that she didn't meet. Someone who had left before she returned to the palace. Why else would he be saying someone and not giving them a name. She walked out and tied up the back of her dress, looking at him, "Who was it?"
He knew that he had to tell her, he had been lying to her for far to long and she needed to know that she was okay. He knew that she wouldn't be happy with him and possibly her mother as well, but it was something that he felt needed to be done. "Anastasia.." He said sadly. "It was... Your mother.."
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Anastasia looked at Samsul utterly confused. Her hands dropped to her side as she walked over to him. She placed her hand on his forehead, "Samsul..... Are you alright? My mother.... she's... dead...." She took his hand, trying not to look upset at the conversation of her mother. It had been sometime but the wound still felt fresh. She let out a bit of a shaky sigh, "She's been dead for over a year... Did you maybe see her in your dream? You were quite tired when you got back..... Maybe you were mistaken..."
Samsul shook his head solemnly as he sat they and looked at her. He knew that it was her. It couldn't ave been anyone else. "No, Anastasia... It was her. We can even see her if you'd like to..." He knew the had had to tell her everything, so he did. "You mother didn't die, Anastasia. She left with a group if guards to create treaties and secret plans in case the war didn't go well. Eventually people found her while she roamed around and captured her, killing the men that she had with her. She returned yesterday in a damaged cloak. She isn't in a critical condition, but she is wounded."
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Anastasia looked at Samsul in awe as he explained why it was indeed her mother. She looked away from him and nodded, "I want to see her..."
There were things running through her head. Things that made her want to scream, others that made her want to cry. However, she pushed all of them aside. Right now, all that mattered was her mother. She stood and walked out of the room and down to the medical ward and there on the first bed, was her mother. She rose a hand to her mouth and let out a sob. She didn't move closer or away from the woman. She just stood at the door, crying.
There were things running through her head. Things that made her want to scream, others that made her want to cry. However, she pushed all of them aside. Right now, all that mattered was her mother. She stood and walked out of the room and down to the medical ward and there on the first bed, was her mother. She rose a hand to her mouth and let out a sob. She didn't move closer or away from the woman. She just stood at the door, crying.
Samsul nodded silently to Anastasia and got up from the bed, not taking any time to get prepared for the day ad instead heading straight to the room that Elana was in. He walked with Anastasia and showed her which room she was in. When Anastasia walk in, he stood behind her and watched her reaction.
Elana was peacefully asleep as she lay on the bed. She had been getting better since she arrived, and thanked the heavens that Samsul knew thy it was her.
Elana was peacefully asleep as she lay on the bed. She had been getting better since she arrived, and thanked the heavens that Samsul knew thy it was her.
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Anastasia took a step backwards and bumped into Samsul who stood behind her. She shook slightly and her free hand moved to her stomach. She had just gotten over the fact that her mother wasn't going to be there for any of the big moments in her life. Her marriage, her children, her coronation... And now, she stood her knowing that she had been alive this entire time... That she had chosen to leave... that she had chosen to fake her death... To miss all those big moments... It killed her inside. She took a deep breath and walked over to the bed and took a seat in the chair next to it. She reached out and took her mother's hand in her own and kissed it.
Elana stirred slightly as the feeling of contact, her body ordering for her to wake up while her mind still wanted to rest. Slowly, the woman woke and looked up at her daughter. The immediately began to tear up and cry. She had missed her daughters coronation, her wedding, and unknowingly the announcement of her pregnancy. She felt so horrible for what she had done to her daughter and refused to look at her as her sibs increased. "Anastasia... I'm so sorry..." She managed to get out. "I am far worse a mother.. Than I even thought possible..."
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Anastasia wiped her eyes, "That isn't something I want to talk about while you're lying in this bed... While you're hurt..." The wiping was futile as she whisked them away, more flowed out of her eyes. She rose from her chair and moved onto the edge of the bed. As best she could, she leant over and sobbed into her mother's shoulder. She sniffled, she wasn't in the mood to be angry. She could get mad tomorrow... When her mom wasn't lying here, wrapped up in bandages.
"I'll be fine Anastasia... But we do need to talk about this..." Elana only wanted for this to be over with as soon as possible so that things could start getting better. She couldn't wait until she was out if her bed, and since she was stuck in it, she knew that she couldn't escape. The tears continued to flow from her eyes, but she still attempted to talk to her daughter. "Ever since I've come into your life, I've only done things to hurt you... I do t want to do that anymore.... so we need to get past this.."
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Anastasia shook her head, "That's not true... You haven't just hurt me. I'm mad.... I'm really mad... but right now, I don't want to be mad... If it weren't for you bringing me back, I'd have never met Samsul, we'd have never gotten married... I'd have never gotten pregnant."
She wiped her eyes yet again and sighed a little, "I'll get mad at you when you are on your own two feet... For now... I just want to be happy that you are back... That you're alive... So, stop reminding me that I'm mad at you."
She wiped her eyes yet again and sighed a little, "I'll get mad at you when you are on your own two feet... For now... I just want to be happy that you are back... That you're alive... So, stop reminding me that I'm mad at you."
Elana's eyes widened at the mentioning of Anastasia being pregnant. Samsul had never told her that. Although she wondered why he hadn't, Elana nodded in understanding . Soon after, he held her arms open wide and smiled at her daughter. It had only been a little more than a year at the castle and she was already pregnant! She was happy to call Samsul her son in law, and she was also happy to be a grandmother. "Come here, Anastasia. If you want to be happy now, the please be happy."
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Anastasia adjusted herself on the bed and lay herself down in her mother's arms. She wrapped her arms around her tightly and buried her face in her neck. She sniffled a little, happy to be lying there with her mother. She wanted answers to her many questions not just from her but from Samsul as well. After hugging her in silence for sometime, she took her mother's hand and placed it on her stomach. She smiled softly, "They say that it is twins... Only four months left too...."
She sighed and looked over at Samsul, "How long did you know?"
She sighed and looked over at Samsul, "How long did you know?"
Samsul sighed as he looked at Anastasia. He knew that she wouldn't be happy with the answer when he told her. "I've known since she started making plans to leave... Me and Gerald were ordered not to speak about it to anyone else. I forgot about it after some time, and actually believed that she was dead, bit just gone.."
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Anastasia nodded, they'd have to speak about that later. She sighed and turned back around to her mother. She hugged her and before giving her a kiss on the cheek. She sat up and sighed, wiping her eyes again, "You should get some rest. I'll come back later to see you."
She gave her a soft smile and climbed off the bed. She gave her a kiss on her forehead, "Sleep."
She rubbed her belly as she turned away from the bed. She didn't meet Samsul's eyes. Unlike her mother, he was on his two feet, like her mother, she was furious with him.
She gave her a soft smile and climbed off the bed. She gave her a kiss on her forehead, "Sleep."
She rubbed her belly as she turned away from the bed. She didn't meet Samsul's eyes. Unlike her mother, he was on his two feet, like her mother, she was furious with him.
Elana did as she was told and closed we eye, allowing sleep to reclaim her while being completely oblivious to the very possible verbal and maybe even physical beating that Samsul was going to get from his wife.
Samsul could feel how furious Anastasia was with him. He also knew that there wasn't any way out and no way to excuse his reasoning. With a light sigh, he prepared for the worse and slowly moved away from the door so that Elana wouldn't be disturbed.
Samsul could feel how furious Anastasia was with him. He also knew that there wasn't any way out and no way to excuse his reasoning. With a light sigh, he prepared for the worse and slowly moved away from the door so that Elana wouldn't be disturbed.
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Anastasia left the room and crossed her arms. She kept walking, further and further away from the door until it seemed as though they were alone. When they were she turned around and hit his chest. The tears were back in her eyes as she looked at him. She shook her head backing away, "How.... How could you? Y-you let me believe that... that she was dead! That I was going to get married without her... That I was going to have children without her and all along you knew..."
She hit him again, "You lied to me... Every day of our marriage you lied to me!"
She sniffled and covered her eyes before she turned away from him, "You can sleep on the couch tonight..."
She hit him again, "You lied to me... Every day of our marriage you lied to me!"
She sniffled and covered her eyes before she turned away from him, "You can sleep on the couch tonight..."
Every word she had said to him stung badly . He was expecting it, but he never would have guess that if hurt nearly as much as at actually did. Even though he hardly moved she she had hit him, it still hurt inside since he should have let her known fronthe start. He hung his head low when she told him to sleep on the couch. He knew that it was futile to argue, and simply nodded as he headed back to the room so that he could change and get working.
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Anastasia wiped her eyes again and walked in the opposite direction of their bedroom. She headed to their office and grabbed half of their pile of papers. She walked over to her desk, leaving the door open to avoid feeling lightheaded as she had the day before. She dipped her pen in her ink well and sighed, starting to sign the papers. She didn't want to think about how Samsul had hidden from her the fact that her mother had not died. She understood before, he didn't like her before but when they got married... When they found out that they were going to be parents, it would have been nice to hear it then. To hear it at anytime other than when he had no other choice but to tell her.
She wiped her eyes again, trying to not let the tears fall onto her work as she read through and signed the papers.
She wiped her eyes again, trying to not let the tears fall onto her work as she read through and signed the papers.
After changing into something else, Samsul walked back to the office wordlessly and quietly. He felt so horrible fr not telling her before, and it was even worse that he hadn't even planned about telling her at all. As the months passed, he had actually believed that Elana passed into the next world, not captured and almost killed.
As he reached the office, Samsul stepped in and left the door open like it was when he entered it. He then grabbed what was left if the stack of papers and brought them over to his own desk to look over and sign them.
As he reached the office, Samsul stepped in and left the door open like it was when he entered it. He then grabbed what was left if the stack of papers and brought them over to his own desk to look over and sign them.
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