✞ Intuition of Despair ✞

Warning ⚠️: Some parts of this story will be based on real life events in modern day that would be implemented through this story.

I would like the readers to give a small prayer at this chapter, thank you. ✞

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✞A little girl who doesn't deserve the pain✞

November 1st, 1504

"Mommy!" she said, her excitement propelling her toward her mother's outstretched arms.

Anastasia Carolina Everleigh, 7 years old was the daughter of the Count Bjorn and Ariel Everleigh.

A bright smile appeared on her face as she greeted her mother with a hug after coming back home from a safety trip in the west.

Her mother, Countess Ariel Hathlorn- Everleigh had a bright and beautiful smile on her lips.

She hugged her only daughter tightly and kissed her forehead, Anastasia giggled.

Her father, Count Bjorn Everleigh looked down at them with a smirk and went over, patting her little head.

Anastasia turned towards her father and hugged his legs tightly, because that was her little arms could reach.

He chuckled and carried her small body up in her arms, that made Anastasia squeal. He found his daughter cute and bubbly.

And what the count hopes was to keep her happy, to keep her joyous and bubbly.

"I have a gift for you, Anastasia, my dear." His father smiled as he carried her in his arms.

"Daddy? What is it?" She pouts and tilted her head. Which her mother and father found cute.

The couple chuckled and her mother took out a small red box and opened it.

"This is a turquoise necklace." Her mother explained. She placed the turquoise necklace on her neck.

"This necklace is the symbol of our family, I want you to protect it, Anastasia." Her mother continued, as she caressed her daughter's cheek.

Anastasia looked down the necklace and smiled.

Just as Anastasia was about to talk, Their Butler Tristan came up and bowed down before speaking.

"My lord, Viscont Blaine Everleigh is at the door." He announced with a respectful tone.

The servants opened the door and a wide grin from Vicount Blaine greeted them.

He was Anastasia's uncle, he was the half-brother of Count Bjorn.

"My dear brother!" The Viscount Blaine respectfully bowed to them.

He straightened up and his hawk-like eyes darted towards her mother before glancing at her.

Anastasia shivered at her uncle's predatory glare.

She couldn't express it, but a fundamental terror sprang within her, a familiar dread that followed each of his visits.

She loathe seeing him, his presence but she needs to keep up a facade.

Anastasia was not a spoiled brat, who would throw a tantrum and put a shame on their family's name.

She requested to her father to put her down and her father oblidge, he gently dropped her down to the ground and bowed to him.

The Viscount chuckled, he walked towards her and patted her head.

"What a respectful and beautiful ittle girl, Always.." He grinned and chuckled and caressed her face.

Anastasia forced a smile. "Thank you, Uncle..."

Him, caressing her was uncomfortable, The Viscont lifted his face up on the couple.

"How's your trip to the west?...

And the conversation went on, Anastasia looked at his parents and uncle talking, but the dread, it was still there.

They all sat at the couch while the servants of the Everleigh family prepared snacks for them, As they continued their talk.

Anastasia was sitting in between her parents and her uncle would glance at her as they talked about political matters.

And everytime her uncle attempt to look at her, she would avoid his gaze.

Often times, she would glance everywhere, her parents, the maids serving the snacks and the necklace that her parents gave her.

She gently stroke it with her fingers and stare.

She was born to be a noble, the only daughter of the count and countess, she was privilege but her parents didn't teach her to be spoiled and she was the next heir to their family.

Despite her obligations as a noble and future Countess of Rothes pressing down on her, Anastasia's resolve remained unwavering. This was a challenge she would take on.

Without a warning, Anastasia slumped, collapsing like a broken doll against her father's side.

Everyone let out a collective cry of fear, her parents, the servants and her uncle panicked as they saw Anastasia's unconscious body.

"Call the doctors immediately!" Her father commanded, his tone laced with deep worry and concern.

The servants bowed before scurrying away,

Her mother began to weep as she held Anastasia and her uncle comforted her, caressing her head.

She collapsed from the stress she felt, thinking about her responsibilities despite thinking that she knew, she would be able to get through it, she was still unsure if she could carry the heavy weight on her shoulders.

She's scared, she was trying to be strong, but deep down.

She feels like something would happen to her, Anastasia feels it coming towards her.

The world can play cruel sometimes, maybe fate was going to make her life terrible, she thought about this often times, whenever she was in the study or everytime she went to bed... It was scary.

Anastasia felt a cold dread settle in her gut, like.. something dreadful, involving her uncle, was about to happen and it would shook her entire life.

The sense of approaching doom was overwhelming; her fate appeared to be sealed, and all fight was hopeless.

Can no one really can stop it?

And the turquoise necklace emits a small, soft glow.

The moment her eyes fluttered open, she found herself inside her own room, Her parents hovered over her with a worried look on their faces.

"Anastasia!" Her parents exclaimed, her mother was filled with tears and her father was worried at the verge of crying.

Her parents wrapped their arms around her in an embrace, her mother continued to weep, deeply worried about her only daughter while his father cried silently.

The dread remained clinging to her even as she reciprocated her parents' embrace, eager to hang onto them and avoid the loss she intuitively feared.

'This feeling... Why does it never go away?'