Capítulo 10: Crybaby

Anastasia woke up to the voices of people talking. She strained her ears, oh it was only one person talking, Mary, her caregiver, "Just why in the world does she keep on sleeping on the floor?"

The old lady harshly grabbed child, which managed to snap her out of her half asleep state.

"To think that keeping the door open, would make it easier for assassins to finish her off, but no, nobody wants to touch the illegitimate child," The head maid grumbled under her breath.

Blue eyes narrowed at Mary, 'So it was you all along…wait, so I'm not even worth killing, now that is rude,' she managed to land a spit ball on the nanny's hands, ohh the satisfaction, hit the spot over there, when she saw Mary's face contorting into anger.

Mary trembled in rage, she rose one hand up in the air, Anna blinked owlishly at the woman, no way, was she going to struck a baby? She glared at the bag of wrinkles, daring her to do so.

Her hands started to trembling, "W-Why do you have to look exactly like him? You don't have anything, not even an ounce of the highnesses graciousness, the only thing you inherited is his anger! What kind of a cursed child are you? That is all because of that twisted concubine, seducing his highness, now we have a child with that prostitute blood running in you; the work of a devil!"

Anastasia widened her eyes, who was a prostitute now?! Her thick eyebrows were close to touching her upper eyelids from how hard Anna was frowning, her mother was NOT a prostitute... That was not mentioned in the book, now wait, was she a prostitute? Ugh, it was too early for this shit.

Mary noticed her mistake, she looked right and left, and smiled nervously, "Nobody is in this palace, except for me and the guard," Then, her eyes hardened at the child and they gradually grew darker with evil thoughts. Slowly, with shaky hands, she surrounded them around the infant's neck.

RRRRRIIIING, the fire alarm in her head were setting off.

This is bad, Mary had finally lost her shit. She was going loco on her, shit, shit, shit! "If you die, nobody would care or even kno-"

Mary's nervous smile suddenly dropped, her body grew rigid, her grip on Anastasia's neck grew slack. The brunette opened her eyes, when did she even close them? It was the first time she saw an expression other than indifference and anger on Mary's face.

"Laura, I'm sorry, mommy is sorry,"

Who now?! Anna didn't notice the tears that fell from her own eyes, gentle feather like touches wiped away the salty droplets of water.

"Mommy is sorry, Mommy was angry because that devil took me away from you"

Mary cooed and caressed Anastasia soft chubby cheeks, "Oh, Laura, why are you crying, did you miss me mommy too. Mommy missed you a lot too," She hugged the child close to her heart.

What the hell is going on? Was Mary mistaking her for Laura, who she guesses is Mary's daughter (No shit, Sherlock).

Breaking news, Mary had gone bat shit loco on Anastasia, now the infant needs to crack a plan to escape from this madness.

Did this even happen in this story, who the hell is Laura?

'DAMN YOU AUTHOR, couldn't you just put more effort on writing Anastasia's backstory!'

Mary rubbed soothing circles on the baby's back, "Oh, why is my darling distressed? Who made you feel uncomfortable, tell mommy and she'll fight them."

She rose the baby in the air, her happy expression morphed into a frown, she threw the baby back onto the mattress, "Where did you hide my child, you pawn of satan?"

What kind of sorcery is this?! She closed her eyes in fright, and it happened again, "Laura, you naughty princess, why do you like to play with mommy hide and seek," Anna felt her cheek being pinched softly.

….

Later at night, Bijou explained to her what the hell was going on, "Kaiser demoted the head maid after she lost her mind because of the death of her child, he feared for his children's safety, so he kinda threw her on you,"

'YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME, HE LEFT ME WITH A LUNATIC, DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE TRIED TO DO TODAY, CHOKE ME TO DEATH!'

She reenacted the scene by putting her hands on her throat, but the snake could have cared less, "What, you don't say~ Shit, I could have lost you today," he rolled his eyes, he pointed at himself with the end of his tail, "Does it look like I care?! Die for all I want that way I could retrieve my eye,"

'You bij, oh how greedy are you, your eyes grew like a fking lizard's tail, so stop whining about it. The eyes didn't even pass through my shit. It probably melted in my stomach!'

"Stop calling me that! I told you I hate that name, and how come all that leaves your mouth is curses, what kind of messed up brat are you!"

'Once a Bij will always a Bij, don't you tempt me to whoop your weakling gremlin ass,'

"Oh no, you didn't! You bish looking gorilla, did you just compare me to those creepy ass stubby miniatures, how dare you I AM A MAJESTIC-"

'GECKO shaddup we got it, once upon a time, you were this big old meanie gecko who wanted to destroy humanity, but was defeated in utter humiliation by the one and only Kaiser who unfortunately happens to be my father.'

Bijou scoffed before his mis-colored eyes starting welling up with tears, Bij turned his face, his cheeks swelling into a pout, "I am a dragon, not a gecko, not even gremlin," Anastasia strained her ears, trying to catch the mumbled out words. Babies hearing are not the best, so excuse her. She inched closer to the snake who was curling onto himself in a protective manner.

"That dumbo Kaiser, he took me by surprise, I was chilling in my home, he-he-he-" Bijou bawled his eyes out, fountain of tears rushed to the ceiling, his tears pressure is not to be underestimated as it bursted a hole through the ceiling.

Anastasia scratched her head, not knowing what to do, after a few times of spending time with snake. She came to discover how…sensitive the snake was. The brunette sighed and grabbed Bijou by the neck, he chocked for a whole minute, before the silver creature was tucked into Anna's embrace, for someone who runs their mouth ten words per second, with no filter atop of it. He was the type to get hurt by stumbling over his own words, digging his own grave, and he was shit bad at fighting against verbal attack.

She rubbed the shaking back, Anna guessed the midsection of the slender body is the back, "I didn't go down without a fight too, he was just lucky if it was any other day I would have wiped him of this planet!" he grumbled into her chest. She rolled her eyes.

Bijou was also a sore loser.