Anastasia lay his coat on the couch before she walked back over to the bed. She slipped under the covers and curled up close to her husband. From the extreme fatigue she was feeling from the long day, it didn't take her long to fall asleep after she whispered, "Good night, dear husband."
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Anastasia woke the next morning to a pounding head. She groaned slightly and rose a hand to her head. She spotted two trays of what she assumed to be food sitting on a table before she rolled over to face Samsul. She was only slightly hungry and from the feeling in her head, she really didn't wish to get up. She guessed it was from the amount that she drank the previous day. She didn't drink before she became a Princess and she only drank a little when she did. It seemed like yesterday, everyone was putting a drink in her hand and cheering for their marriage. She sighed and whispered to Samsul, "My head hurts..."