The words crashed against Anastasia's chest. Her eyes were wide, turning becoming a deep bright crimson as her fangs dropped over her lower lip.
"What do you mean the Baron was in the royal chamber!" She glowered at the young woman.
"Gwen!?" Mikoto soft voice, shattered the tension, "is she…" Her glassy eyes became larger as she raised her head off Anastasia's chest, "alright?"
Mikoto could sense the rage swelling inside Anastasia's body, her skin was on fire. She knew the past both her and the Baron shared. Anastasia's mom, the deception, the sudden visit. Mikoto looked up to Anastasia, to the young woman on the ground.
"Mikoto… I have to go…" She said, her tone was forced but the pain mixed with the ferocity was clearly noticeable. She had to leave now but she didn't want to. She didn't want to tear away from mikoto side.
"I'll go_" mikoto quickly spoke.
"No…" Anastasia straightened her back, lifting her head. She loosened her grasp around mikoto's body. Her arm falling away from her, fingers refusing to let go.
Mikotos lifted her head, her eyes hurt, her lips moved, the words slow from her throat.
Anastasia's furious eyes melted, her voice became soft as she spoke.
"This is nothing to do with what Emma said to you" she whispered, twisting her lips, "you are not burden. It is not your job to protect me. It is hers" she looked at the young woman still on the ground, "rise please…"
The young woman nodded, slowly getting up from the ground. Her pretty face covered in dirt, much of it stuck to the wet trails of tears, her long brown hair a mess from running and kissing the dirt.
"Sorry…" Anastasia spoke as she reached out and gently wiped the dirt from the young woman's face.
"My queen you have every right…"
"No, I don't…" She sighed, her eyes and face soft with regret and apologies, "you have had the unfortunate position of twice telling bad news…" She tilted her head as she forced a smile. Then she turned to mikoto, still looking a little weak, a tired smile on her lips, leaning against the stone railing.
The bite marks on the upper part of her neck, along the jugular were healing slowly. She reached up, her fingers rubbing the spot on her own neck, already healed. Her fingertips slipping through the blood and saliva. She brought them to her nose sniffing. The blood, the saliva mixed filled her nostrils and her mouth began to water as her fangs itched.
"Why did she?" Anastasia thought, wondering as she looked at mikoto, her cheeks blushed. " go that far…?"
"Mikoto…" Anastasia licked her lips and then reached over running her wet fingers across mikoto's healing wound. Drawing her fingers across soft skin the wound disappeared.
"I have to go…" She cupped her cheeks, her skin flushed and hot, mikoto nodded, "I will send Sylvia and only Sylvia…" She looked deep into mikoto's eyes, nodding her head making sure she understood.
Mikoto took a deep breath, nodding. She wanted to help. Anastasia's words helped, a little but she felt she needed to prove herself.
Mikoto's eyes grew wide in surprise, her cheeks glowing even redder as Anastasia kissed her neck and then, with a sly smile on her face, she kissed her mouth. She was still cupping mikoto's cheeks with both hands and then she spoke, her eyes glistening, remembering the last few moments.
"We will finish this mikoto…" Then kissed her again. She slowly released her grip and their lips parted with a wet smacked. Anastasia pulling her lower lip into her mouth and she held it. Letting out a soft breath she turned, "come…" She turned to the young woman, she was brushing the dirt from her clothing. She nodded, and then they both disappeared into the forest.