Chapter 19: Eighteen

“So that is why, Your Majesty, I would like to request for your permission to bring Princess Anastasia out of the palace…” Rasputina said quietly. 

King Cetheri stroked his white beard before nodding his head slightly. “I understand. I will arrange for a carriage immediately—”

“N-no, there’s no need for a carriage, Your Majesty,” she quickly said, stopping the king from summoning his aide. “Her Highness wishes to, um, breathe some fresh air and go for a leisure walk around the city, so I can just accompany her and make sure she doesn’t get into any…trouble.” 

“I see,” he replied with a thin smile. “Since the Holy Saintess is accompanying my daughter, I can feel rest assured. Please, go ahead.” 

“Thank you very much, Your Majesty.” Rasputina turned to the princess, who had been hiding behind a marble pilaster nearby the whole time, and smiled coldly. “Your Highness, aren’t you going to say your thanks to the King?” 

“Eto…” She held out the silver hairpin in her hand and pointed at it. “Yur Maijestry, pleuse dake thes.” 

King Cetheri shot Rasputina a questioning look. 

“You see, Your Majesty…” The Saintess paused to think carefully about what to say next. “Princess Anastasia is still unable to speak clearly due to the side effects of the healing ritual I performed, but if you hold this hairpin blessed by the Lord, you can understand her speech temporarily.” 

He nodded his head slowly, and with a doubtful look in his eyes, picked up the hairpin from Anastasia’s hand. 

“Your Majesty—I mean, Father,” Anastasia said hesitatingly. “Eto…thank you.” 

The King shifted his confused gaze to Rasputina. “Sorry, Holy Saintess, but I don’t think this holy object is working its effectiveness…” 

“Huh, I can understand her though…” She took the hairpin from his hand and squinted her eyes at it. “Perhaps this thing can only work for me?” she muttered under her breath, then glanced up to face King Cetheri. “It’s alright, Your Majesty, I can help to translate. Princess Anastasia wants to convey her sincere thanks to you, as well as promising to recover to her old self as soon as possible.”

“O-oh.” He turned to Anastasia and smiled faintly. “You’re welcome, Anastasia. I hope you get better too.” 

“Alright, with that out of the way…” Rasputina grabbed her hand and led her out of the King’s chambers. She closed the door shut before lowering her voice to a whisper. “Oi, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” 

“W-w-what do you mean?” 

“This!” She held up the hairpin angrily. “Why doesn’t it work for the King?” 

“How am I supposed to know that? Does it look like I understand how an ordinary hairpin can become a magical translator?” Anastasia hissed back and frowned. “But I can perfectly understand what he was saying, though. Maybe it only works one-way?” 

“...well, whatever.” Rasputina coiled her blonde hair up and secured it with the hairpin before plastering a sweet smile on her face. “Let’s go, shall we?”

 

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“Woaahhhhdsdfsgosj!” Anastasia exclaimed out loud in excitement before giggling happily like a five-year-old child. “Oh my god, this place looks straight out of a history book!!” 

She skipped along the cobblestone street, stopping every now and then to admire curiously at passer-bys and the horse-drawn carts. 

“Hello, good Sir, what’s with that goofy ass looking hat on your head?” She laughed merrily and pointed at another lady’s hat. “Ooh, where do you get all those colourful feathers from? Are they actually real feathers?” 

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“...” The soldier standing guard by the palace gates shot a puzzled glance at Rasputina, who shrugged her shoulders helplessly in response. 

“Rasputina, Rasputina, where are we going?” Anastasia shouted at the top of her lungs while waving her hands above her head. “I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat first!”

“Yes, yes, coming~” 

They strolled down the bustling main street; thanks to the large straw bonnet hat she was wearing, no one noticed that the eccentric girl was the Princess Anastasia so highly respected and looked up to in the empire. 

“If Theo or Maria caught me now, they would think I’m hanging out with an escapee from the local asylum…” Rasputina muttered under her breath as Anastasia ran in front of a tram and said hello to the pair of dapple-grey horses cheerfully. 

“Hey, Rasputina, can we board this? Can we?” she asked, pointing at the double deck tram being pulled by the horses. “Pretty please?” 

“...I thought you were hungry?” With a resigned sigh, Rasputina apologised to the bewildered tram driver and paid for two adult tickets—though she did consider buying a child ticket for Anastasia instead. “Where do you want to go, Anastasia?” 

“Eto…where does this go?” 

Rasputina relayed her question to the driver. 

“Westmynstre and round back, Missus,” he replied lackadaisically. “Via Holbourn and Vauxhall.”

“Is there anything to do there?” Anastasia asked curiously. 

The poor Saintess patiently translated her question for the driver, who impatiently answered with, “I’m just a driver, Missus. Are you two ladies boarding or not?” 

“Well, we can just take it around the capital for a bit,” Rasputina suggested to her, who nodded her head happily. 

“I’m fine with anything, really. Hey, let’s go upstairs!” Without hesitation, Anastasia climbed the narrow spiral staircase and went onto the roof. 

“I’m really sorry for the disturbance, Mister…” Seeing the ugly expression the driver had, she quickly bowed and tipped him an extra doubloon before chasing after the princess. “W-wait up!” 

The upper deck had two rows of benches facing outwards on either side, and when Rasputina finally ascended the stairs, Anastasia was already standing at the front of the tram. 

“W…what are you doing?” she asked, slightly out of breath from the climbing earlier. 

Anastasia didn’t answer her immediately; taking off her straw hat with one hand, she gently shook her rose-coloured hair free and let the late-morning breeze catch her flowing locks before turning around to face her. 

At that moment, the tram passed by a gap in between the buildings along the street; the unhindered rays of aureate sunlight reflected off her long lustrous hair, creating an illusionary golden halo around her petite face. Her warm smile was shy yet inviting; and her whole being radiated a pure joy which was simply contagious. 

Rasputina’s lips involuntarily lifted into a slight smile. “What’s there to be so happy about, Your Highness?” 

Anastasia let out a burst of giggles at her question. “I don’t know myself, to be honest. Perhaps it’s just…I’ve never felt such a strong feeling of freedom before coming to this world. It’s simply amazing, you know? I can go anywhere and everywhere, do whatever I wish to do…and love whoever I want to love.”

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