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Eyes drop to her lips, breath hitching on unspoken words as he struggles to conjure an answer amidst the insistent pounding of his heart in his ears. No, it’s NOT bad, not at all, and perhaps that’s what scares him most as he stands with her hands in his gentle grip, too close yet too far at once. He can’t quite define the feeling, the unprecedented stir in his heart, and certainly, not when she’s in front of him, but what he does know is that he could KISS her right now. Close the gap between them in a single pace. And he nearly does, in just a second of spontaneity, but her voice interrupts his thoughts and he snaps out of it, crashing back down to harsh REALITY.
Even if things change... Her reminder brings him back to earth and his breath staggers for a moment, gaze lifting to meet her eyes. They’re soft, earnest, and for God’s sake, ROYAL, and with sudden presence of mind, Dmitry drops her hands. “Anya...” Her name is on his tongue, or at least the name he clings to in the daunting confirmation that she is the grand duchess ANASTASIA. “Tomorrow things will change. You’ll see.” In the wake of that declaration, he glances behind him, as though looking for an excuse to escape. And perhaps he is. “You should get some rest. Are you better now?”











