Chapter 15: Fourteen

A stunned silence fell over the candlelit room. 

“W…” Rasputina quickly recovered from her shock and gasped loudly in astonishment. “W-w-we’re saved, Her Highness is cured! I told you the kiss was the correct answer, and look, we secured the bag!!”

Poor Maria was so flabbergasted she could only murmur indistinct noises as the Saintess shook her shoulders and rocked her body from side to side in her uncontrollable excitement. 

“...gaijin…” A bewildered Anastasia mumbled under her breath and struggled to get their attention. “W…woo ah yu?Engrish, oh no” 

Rasputina stopped cheering and directed a confused glance at the princess. “H-hey, Maria, something’s not right with Her Highness.” 

“Eh?” Maria snapped back to reality and listened to the broken words Anastasia was attempting to utter. “Your Highness, are you feeling alright?!” 

Anastasia tilted her head to the side in puzzlement. “Erm…Shibuya? Tokyo?” She paused, swallowing nervously. “W-where I now? Wat du yu want f-fr-from m-me?!” 

“Huh?” The two exchanged equally bamboozled glances with each other before looking at the princess. 

“Your Highness, what are you saying?” Maria said slowly. “I don’t understand what is ‘Shibuya’ or ‘Tokyo’, are you able to speak clearly...”  

Rasputina was mumbling a prayer to whichever deity would spare her a listening ear. “Please, o Lord, o Saviour in the heavens, don’t tell me I just caused a demon to possess Her Highness! My kiss was nay intentional, I swear on my body!” 

“H-home?” Anastasia asked, panicking slightly. “Where home, know? I-I need get home soon, Father, Mother, waiting for me—” 

A hesitant knock on the door froze the three individuals in place. 

“Alright, alright, time out everyone.” Rasputina straightened her back and addressed the princess directly, “Your Highness, I have no idea what is going on with you. But, I need you to keep your mouth shut for Maria’s and my sake. Got it? Mouth, shut.” She moved her finger across her lip firmly. 

Anastasia gulped and nodded her head hastily. “H-hai!” 

“Just stay where you are, and don’t you dare move an inch.” Rasputina then ordered Maria to open the door and allow His and Her Majesty to enter the room. 

“Hallowed be thy name, praise be the Lord!” The Saintess finished performing the fake healing ritual in front of the King and Queen and stepped aside gracefully with a courteous bow. “Your Majesties, the Lord above have heard our collective prayers.” 

King Cetheri’s eyes looked like they were at the verge of popping out of their sockets, while Queen Cetheri uttered a cry of anguish and rushed forward to embrace the stunned princess. 

“My daughter, Anastasia dear!” she howled loudly. “I thought you were never coming back to us again! A miracle, it’s a miracle!” 

“S-Saintess, no—” King Cetheri approached Rasputina and kneeled down in front of her, shocking his subjects and the Saintess alike. “Holy Saintess, thou has performed God’s grace from the heavens!” 

“H-Holy Saintess…? Your Majesty, please get up first!” Rasputina quickly bent down and tried to get the King to stand back up. “I don’t need any excessive titles or reputations! Just the reward Your Majesty offered is sufficient as thanks...” 

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The old man stubbornly refused to stop kneeling in front of her; he even began to kiss her feet like some deranged lunatic. “No, I beseech you to accept our eternal gratitude and indebtedness for your holy blessings!” 

“S-stop, Your Majesty!!” 

 

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After everyone managed to return to a state of calm, His and Her Majesty sat by a frightened Princess Anastasia’s side on the bed and began asking Her Highness a torrent of questions. 

“Anastasia, what happened exactly to you?” King Cetheri asked worriedly. “Did you ingest anything strange that day? Or was it the food from the kitchen? The tea the maids served?” 

“A-a-aaa…eto…” Anastasia’s wide frozen eyes filled with panic. “G-gomennasai…?” 

“Holy Saintess, i-is our daughter acting normal?” Queen Cetheri asked Rasputina urgently. “She’s been muttering words that make no sense, will she be alright?” 

“Your Majesty, please don’t call me ‘Holy Saintess’...” Rasputina shifted her troubled gaze to the princess; she wasn’t even certain if the princess in front of them was really Her Highness, or some kind of imposter occupying the body of Anastasia. “Because the healing ritual I performed was a very elaborate one, Her Highness has still yet to adjust to her current self and will require some time before she can fully recover, I’m afraid. She will be alright, but for now she won’t be able to speak properly.” 

It was a bullshit diagnosis she came up with on the spot, but the distressed King and Queen instantly accepted her words with no hint of doubt on their pale faces.

“Holy Saintess, how long will the entire recovery process take?” the King urged her to elaborate. “Will Anastasia require an intake of special foods? What type of medicine can Your Grace recommend for her to take? How should her schedule change to accommodate her current state?” 

Rasputina’s mind was on the verge of shutting down from the deluge of queries thrown at her. With a helpless look, she mumbled, “Your Majesty, miracles are miracles. I cannot interfere in the fate of Her Highness; I can only reassure her and restore her faith in our Lord. I have no way of giving you the answers to your questions…” 

Despite her spitting out what she thought was a convincing excuse, His Majesty didn’t seem undeterred. With unfettered ardor, he grasped her hands tightly in his and squeezed them. “I understand, Holy Saintess. Then, I shall leave my daughter’s recovery to you. Please return to the palace tomorrow morning before sunrise, I’ll have everything arranged and set up for your extended stay with us by then!” 

“Y-your Majesty, w-w-what are you saying?” Rasputina stammered in shock. “I can’t possibly stay in the empire beyond my tenure, it’s—”

“I’ll write a letter to the Königreich now to request for—”

“I got it, I got it, Your Majesty! I’ll stay and ensure that your daughter is well on the road to recovery so that she can succeed the throne in good health,” she said hastily. “B-but first, and I apologise for my rudeness in advance, about Your Majesty’s reward…”

“Ah, that. So the Holy Saintess is aware of the news…” King Cetheri’s face scrunched up in a frown. “Because of the recent theft of the Crown Jewels, the royal treasury is currently financing the restoration of the stolen coronation regalia. So, I can’t really give you the full amount of ten thousand doubloons until a later date…”

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck Rasputina in that instant.Imagine this  

The empire was broke. 

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