Chapter 133: Birds in the bed
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Before Anastasia could even open her eyes, tears welled up and escaped from the corner at the boy’s sufferings she saw in her dream, and her eyes finally fluttered open. A shuddered breath escaped from her lips, and she turned to find Dante sleeping beside her, lying on his side.
Anastasia couldn’t believe that someone as strong and capable as Dante had gone through such hardships, where people openly looked down on him and called him names when he was only a vulnerable child. Her heart broke at his memories, and she gently placed her hand on his cheek, prompting him to slowly open his eyes.
"Did you have a bad dream?" Dante asked her, his voice carrying a slight huskiness.
"People are crueller than demons," Anastasia remarked, her heart feeling as heavy as yesterday, weighed down by the memories she had witnessed. "I will not let anyone hurt you."
Dante’s gaze held a hint of curiosity as he smiled and said, "My brave and courageous rabbit." He could tell that she had ventured into his past, which their bond had allowed her to glimpse. He continued, "Don’t be sad for what you saw. What happened in the past shaped my present, and it is the reason I am who I am today."
Anastasia couldn’t help but question how his life as an earthling was painful, as was his time before his demon side awakened. He was much better off as a demon, able to shield himself from the pain inflicted by others. Her fingertips lightly brushed against his jawline as she stared at him quietly.
"I wish you had a better father... not King William," Anastasia murmured, feeling melancholic. "You should have had my father."