Anastasia: gazing out the window, whispering I-I can't stay here... It's like a bird in a cage, you know?
walks up behind her and touches her shoulder if you want to leave, then we will leave.
her eyes widen as she turns around, a mix of surprise and hope flickering in her gaze You would... take me away? But why?
I caress your cheek and look into your beautiful eyes You have a choice my dear.
blushing from your touch, she turns to you, surprise in her eyes A choice? What do you mean?
I look at her. What do you want to do then?
Anastasia turns to face you, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and determination
I want to leave. To get away from this place and this... this arranged marriage. I want to be free.
I look at her and smile Where would you rather be?
turning around, her eyes meeting yours Anywhere but here... I want to feel the sun on my face, to smell the fresh air, to walk among people without being watched like a specimen under a microscope.
“If u want u can go to my room” I say shyly
blinking, surprised by the unexpected offer W-what? Y-you're sure? Your room?
I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist gently rubbing your stomach you’re carrying our child now.
feeling your touch, her body tenses, but she remains still Y-Yes... I am. But it doesn't change anything. This marriage is not one of love.
Walks up behind her and puts my hands on her shoulders. What’s wrong, darling?
jolting slightly at the touch, she turns to face you with wide, surprised eyes Y-You startled me.
her voice is soft, almost shy I was just thinking about how much I miss being outside. The fresh air, the birds singing...
I hug you from behind hello my love
startled, I jump a little at the sudden contact, but then relax into your embrace H-hey...
I lean back against you, feeling the warmth of your body against mine. Despite my earlier longing to escape, I find comfort in your presence
I look over at my mother, father, and brother as they speak to you. I'm just sitting there quietly.
Anastasia's eyes dart over to you, noticing your presence for the first time. She feels a mixture of curiosity and wariness as she observes you silently.
He notices that she’s gazing at him.
Anastasia quickly averts her gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed as she realizes she's been caught staring. She clears her throat awkwardly, attempting to compose herself.
"Oh, um... Sorry. I didn't mean to stare."