Anastasia (The Bolton Series Book 1)

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door opened and closed.
    I closed my eyes and took three deep breaths before starting my bath.
    *~*
    I was not sure what the time was. It must be close to midnight judging by the darkness outside the only window in my room. I sat down on the bed staring out at the night sky. Thousands of stars looked back at me. Bolton’s two moons were nowhere in sight. My heart wanted to be with them, to be free in the sky without a care in this world, never having to come back down and face reality.
    A few people moved around the street in front of the palace. They couldn’t see me from the tinted windows but I could see them. A Fay with lime green wings was talking to an elf. They seemed happy with their conversation. On more than one occasion they would look to the palace and their smiles would grow. I wondered what it was about this place that brought happiness to them.
    No one bothered me the whole day. I checked to see if Cabel was in his office in the morning but he was not. Since then I spent the rest of the day in my room. Emilie brought me food but I did not eat it. I was not hungry anymore.
    I was glad for my day of solitude but could not help but wish someone were with me. Someone I knew would not be coming anytime soon. Simon.
    He’s my big brother, my best and only friend, the one person who I could truly feel safe with. If he were here with me, I would not feel as helpless as I did now.
    I am not strong, mentally or physically, I am not brave, or fearless. I am the complete opposites of those things. I am weak and a coward and scared to try anything life throws at me. I always look for the easy way out. However, there did not seem to be one for this situation.
    If I wanted to get my family back, I had to work for it. I needed to be prepared to defend myself from Daruka, whoever he was. There is only one thing I knew about him and that was that he was dangerous. If I had to go up against something like that, I had to get strong.
    I watched at the Fay walked away from the elf. Her angelic face lit up the dark street. She said hello to the few people who were still out at that late hour. When she was just a few feet away from my window she stop. Her green eyes went to the palace once again. Her lips moved as she said something I couldn’t quite here and was only able to make out her last sentence.
    “We will not have to suffer much longer.”
    She quickly moved past my window and out of my sight.  I didn’t know what to think of her words. She had to be talking about suffering from Daruka. I couldn’t have possibly been the only one who had been hurt by that man.
    I pulled out my spell book to distract me and started to memorize the defensive spell until my eyelids could not stay open any longer.
    I woke up to the smell of food. I instantly searched for the source. My stomach protested for me to find it as I had not eaten anything since our ride here. Finally, I spotted the plate on the dresser. Scrambled eggs and toast beckoned for me. I pushed back the covers and grabbed the plate gobbling down the food as if it would disappear at any moment.
    A small knock echoed in the quiet room as I took my last bite of the toast.
    “Come in,” I said with my mouth half full.
    Emilie poked her head through the open door. Her long purple hair fell to the side as she smiled at me.
    “Glad to see you liked the food. I was not sure about the scrambled eggs. I know some people do not like it. Yelson hates it, he always tells me to fry them but Arabella just loves them.” She said without attempting to enter the room.
    “They are, well were delicious,” I said looking down at my now empty plate. “You can come in.”
    “Oh, thanks.” She entered the room and closed the door behind her but did not move farther in. “I came by to see how you are feeling today.”
    That’s right, she heard me crying in the bathroom the other night. I smile slightly at her but it did not reach my eyes.
    “I’m feeling better,” I whispered. I

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