Anastasia froze at her words.
Seeing her standing like a statue, Ileus asked, "What's it Anastasia? What did she tell you?"
The young girl giggled at him. "Zar ne sna jezlek vila?" Doesn't he know fae language?
Anastasia blushed to the roots of her hair. She wanted an explanation. How come sthe girl was uddenly talking about her marriage? How did they know that Ileus had proposed to her? It was so mysterious and yet she felt butterflies in her stomach. "Ohnema," she said as her blush became deeper. No…
The girl smiled at him. She repeated her request and Anastasia bent, allowing her to thread the flower in her hair. She waved in front of her to encourage her to move forward. But Ileus became weary. He held her upper arm and asked, "What is going in, Anastasia?"
