Anastasia's heart-part two-

[Thunder palace – Yellow city]

[10 years ago]

*CLANK*

The sound metal colliding could be heard in all the thunder palace.

"Ouch"

A small girl was facing the ground while some blood left her mouth.

"Stand up, Anastasia" A teenager boy with black hair talked coldly.

"Y-Yes, brother Claude" Said shily the girl.

Claude looked at the girl and keep up his sword.

"With these trashy skills, you don't deserve the surname Boltor" Said Claude

Anastasia looked at his brother and just bowed her head while Claude went on his way.

She stood on the ground for some seconds before standing up and going back to his room, on her way, the servants looked at her however, she just kept her head down, in shame.

This was the life of Anastasia when she was six years old, ever since she was a kid, the name Boltor came as a symbol of honor and prestige, people would die to be in her place.

And yet, she would rather be a commoner…