Anastasia

I punched one of the royal guards hard. He stumbled back and yelped in pain. I kicked the other in the stomach and flipped another off my back to the ground. My hands twisted his hand at the joints until I heard a crack. The poor guard cried on the floor. I was mad with anger and heartache.

By then, no one dared to touch me anymore. Their fear of getting hurt like their fellows was visible on their hard faces.

"Your highness, please forgive us. We're only following the order," they apologized, bowing in surrender.

"Your job is to do as I say!" I yelled. "Now open the...