Chapter 62: Early end to the inn’s celebration
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Anastasia noticed Dante raise his glass to his lips before he downed the two remaining sips in one go. His eyes looked empty and a little bored. With the empty glass hanging in mid-air, the barman behind the counter took it from his grasp before swiftly refilling it.
Suddenly Anastasia’s view was obstructed by Issac, who had returned holding two glasses in his hands. The young man loudly declared,
"I brought the orange and pineapple-flavoured ones, not knowing what you like. Try both of them," he offered them to her.
Anastasia raised her hand, pointing her finger at the closest glass.
"You are shy, aren’t you?" Issac laughed and handed her one of the glasses. "There will be some good things to eat tonight, but they are still being prepared," he said, taking a big gulp from his glass, and she took a sip from hers.
Anastasia’s eyebrows rose in surprise as she tasted the pineapple drink. She licked her lips. Being a servant, she didn’t get to eat or drink the many things served only to the royal family, the ministers, and the guests who visited the palace.
"Do you like it?" Issac asked her, and Anastasia nodded with a smile. "Why don’t you try this one? It might help you decide which one you like better," he said as he pushed his glass towards her.
Anastasia shook her head, letting him know she was happy with the glass she had. Once she finished the contents, the young man replaced it with another one. She awkwardly sat there, half listening to the young man speak and half listening to the music being played while her eyes occasionally wandered around the inn.
Her eyes moved where Prince Dante sat, and she wondered if his wound was healing well. If she hadn’t seen it, she would have never known.