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Chapter 2
If more recently, time was so painfully long, now it began to seem to Dmitry that everything had gone at the speed of those very clouds that had recently been jumping across the sky.
He ran around the mansion all day: at first he wanted to visit his little daughter, who lay in her cradle and did not respond to her name, but to some sounds.
Then it was necessary to solve the working matters; chat with the new nanny; then at the end of the day you need to go to your wife.
If until the evening Dmitry with running adrenaline rushing from happiness was running about work and other household fuss, when he went into Anastasia’s bedroom, something turned over in him and anxiety crept into his soul.
- Hey, Anya! - He whispered softly to her, looking at his pale face. Her eyes opened, she turned her head in his direction and smiled tightly.
-Are you done with your business? - with a mockery in a hoarse voice, Anastasia said this phrase.
-Yes. - Dmitry nodded and looked warily into the girl's eyes.
- Have you been in bed all day? - Anya did not answer, just looked down.
It was not like her at all, so the young man felt something was amiss. He peered into her face more and more.
A tiny wrinkle suddenly began to appear on her forehead between her eyebrows, as if something was bothering, disturbing, or even frightening the princess.
-Do you feel bad? - after a pause, Dmitry asked her. She flinched when she heard this question.
-Just still there was weakness after childbirth. Never mind, soon everything will pass. - It seemed as if Anastasia was just pretending to be so confident. Although her expression was so serious and noble, her eyes fell. Did she doubt her own words?
But at that very moment Ani's face became somehow annoyed, as if she were tired of this interrogation.
However, this was quite in her spirit.
-Male, you bore me! the princess said with enthusiasm, realizing that her husband did not believe her anyway. She turned her back on his side, which caused Dmitry a grin.
-Avoid the answer, Your Grace? he said, and hearing a grunt in response, extended his hand to the girl's head.
Only the tip of his finger accidentally touched her forehead when the young man started.
He immediately put his palm to the same place, and it seemed to him that he was touching a heated light bulb that burned out for half a day.
-Anya, you're on fire. - Dmitry was horrified, jumping up from his place, he rushed to the door. Having opened it, he was about to leave, but stopped for a second and turned to Anastasia.
- Wait here, I'm for a doctor.
-Yes, where will I go? she whispered, looking sadly into the darkness of the window. She was so hot that she wanted to get up and open the window, but there was no point at that.
Dizzy.
... to be continued...
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