Duke Caspian of Darkwood
She looked around, almost lost, until her gaze fell upon a tall man standing near the grand staircase. Who is that? Just as Anastasia was about to form a sentence, Edith and Eleanor barged into the ballroom. How lovely. Her gaze flicked from the mysterious man to her two excitable, bumbling sisters. The king's hand gave Anastasia’s arm a slight squeeze before it dropped back to his side. He stepped away, already heading towards the childish scene displayed before them. This was nothing new; the girls were often loud and excessive during any event, even if it was not meant for them. Anastasia sighed, letting her gaze wander back to the man by the staircase. “Where did he go?” ,she mumbled to herself. She jolted as a large, calloused hand landed on her shoulder, her eyes widening in shock as she quickly turned around. It was him. A smile spread across the man's face as she met his blue-eyed gaze. “U-Um, may I help you?” she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
About Duke Caspian of Darkwood
She looked around, almost lost, until her gaze fell upon a tall man standing near the grand staircase. Who is that? Just as Anastasia was about to form a sentence, Edith and Eleanor barged into the ballroom. How lovely. Her gaze flicked from the mysterious man to her two excitable, bumbling sisters. The king's hand gave Anastasia’s arm a slight ...Read more