Anastasia Bruxburgh had always admired the Aquamarine Palace with its elegant atmosphere. It was a place where she felt comfortable.
Nobles often describe her as an elegant person. Many admired her for her humble, gentle, and brave personality. She's known for her wise mind, a woman who speaks with wisdom on their tongue. She has a calm and collected demeanor, she composes her arguments logically and speaks without raising her voice to bring about the best outcome: not for her "opponent" to lose, but for both of them to win. That's the sort of woman she was.
Anastasia walked over to the window that reflected on her chilly surroundings. The snow flurried like an injured bird.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of the Young Master of the La Rosé.
As their family name, the La Rosé family is often described as a rose. They have a beautiful appearance but have thorns on them. The only heir of the La Rosé family is Ambrose, their only son. Ambrose is often described as a white rose because of his white hair. His lips are as red as blood and other nobles said that it looks kissable, but not for Anastasia. The young ladies of the noble houses said that the young lord is gentle and kind, often called a gentleman. But only Anastasia knew the thorns that the Young Lord have.
Anastasia gulped. She was not prepared for the sight of the young Lord.
As Anastasia stepped outside and as Ambrose came closer, their eyes met. Anastasia saw the cold gaze of the icy blue eyes that Ambrose had. It sends shivers down her spine.
The cold gaze of the young man suddenly turned warm as the young lady came closer to him. His icy blue eyes showed their affections to the Young Lady. "Anastasia..."
Anastasia looked at the Young Lord's eyes, surprised that she saw him here even though he shouldn't be.
"What are you doing here Ambrose?" Said, Anastasia
"I just wanted to see you" Ambrose answered with a sweet tone.
"You know that you're gonna get in trouble, right?" Anastasia said with the tone of being concerned.
"Of course, I know," said Ambrose then he chuckled.
After a few minutes of silence, the Young Lord suddenly spoke.
"So, did you already thought about my confession?" Ambrose asked.
Anastasia studied Ambrose's warm eyes and red lips. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Anastasia in an apologetic tone, "But I don't feel the same way Ambrose" Lied Anastasia.
She cannot accept his feelings if she's still unsure of her feelings. She wants to accept it but not now.
Anastasia turned to see the expression of the Young Noble. It could be seen in his eyes that he's hurt because of the rejection of the young lady.
" Look, Ambrose-"
"No, it's okay Anastasia I understand that you do not like me" Ambrose answered
"But, I do desire that you will find the perfect love that you seek" Ambrose smiled. But in his smile, it could be seen that he's hurt. Anastasia immediately regretted her decision. She should have accepted the confession of his love so that he will not be hurt, but she will hurt him shortly because of her unsure feelings.
Ambrose slowly turned away to get away from the place where they were standing. Anastasia only watched Ambrose until he was out of her sight.
Nothing will calm the nerves of the Young Lady tonight.
☆☆THE END☆☆
Notes: Honestly, I wrote this last year and this is so cringy wtf (T-T)
