“How could you marry someone else, Anna?”
Everard gently caressed the portrait of Anastasia. Anastasia was the most beautiful woman he had ever met.
He gazed at her eyes which reminded him of the beautiful forests. Her ginger hair looked soft even in her portrait.
And her pale face looked so pure that the thought of someone defiling that innocent woman made him feel enraged from the deepest corner of his heart.
“I should have asked your hand in the marriage that very same day. But no… I had to stay quiet thinking I would do so after I became the King.” Everard clenched his teeth and felt like beating himself up for letting that sweet and beautiful woman slip through his fingers.
Everard was friends with Anastasia’s brother, Alexander. The two Kingdoms, Orsenia and Xanmar were on very good terms. And both the Kingdom had sent their Princes to study in another foreign land so that they could acquire the best of the best education.
