Just Lemme be a Monkey

Anna couldn't believe the bullshit she was hearing, Anastasia, her, but how? Why was the person that was in maid dress addressing her as Anastasia. Why was she in maid costume, was she cosplaying? Well, she was doing a good job. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, with how hard she pulled on her roots, her finely done eyebrows wanted to high five her hairline.

Realization had downed on her, God, why?! The hell was she reincarnated as Anastasia for?! Suddenly, being a monkey sounded like a sweet deal to her. Oh, hell, she could have been the ugliest monkey ever, she'd still be thankful.

Why the hell would she be reincarnated again just to be killed again?

Anna's frail body flinched when soldiers busted through the room, slamming every door open. She cried in fright when they surrounded the bed, all of sudden she was in control of her flimsy body. She wriggled away from the menacing aura polluting the room, closer to her mother's chest. Anna tapped her neck repeatedly, waiting for a miracle to happen. The angel might wake up and shield her away from the evil.

She was supposed to be her mother for the love of god, and mothers are the one who'd save her from the agony that she was feeling.

But, reality was harsh, no matter how hard she had hit the dead body, not once did the brunette blink, no response came back from her mother. Anna's cry grew stronger and more distressed, she watched the men grabbing the corpse like a dirty rag, flinging it around. Anna's ears picked up a strange cracking noise, she rolled her way to the edge of the bed. She was terrorized by what she saw, there, her mother, the woman that was delicate as a flower, her neck was snapped in a weird angle, but her smile was still evident.

Another bout of tears are pouring from her eyes, the realization that even in this life she was mother-less. Why, just why? Should the dear ones to her pass away? Couldn't god just take her away too, why leave her alive when she doesn't want to live anymore!

Anna's cry took a sharp turn as the soldier dragged the bleeding body by her leg, dirtying the expensive carpet with red out of of the gigantic room .

Anastasia cried so hard that day, that eventually she passed out from dehydration.

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To think a seed of hatred was planted in little Anastasia's heart on the day she was born. Hatred was an understatement, she loathed the imperial family, how could they treat a dead person like they were a dirty rag?! Probably rags won't be mistreated as much her mother was.

Anna should start getting used to the name Anastasia, it is not that different from her actual name; which was a huge relief. She glared at the first person she met aside from her mother. The head maid, she was the one who was taking care her, attending her to her barest minimum needs.

She heard the other maids, calling her, "Ms. Mary," Mary was a middle aged woman who had an air of wisdom surrounding her, the uniform she wore was always spot on neat. She preformed her duties to the point of perfection, she was never late, feeding her on time, changing her nappies; which was extremely an embarrassing affair to her. Could you imagine an 18 years old getting her diapers changed?!

Not to add that the head maid hated her with a burning passion, but still she was better than the other maids; the others when they were tasked to take care of her, they would simply just ignore her. She would be famished all day long, or her nappies would be spoiled enough to give her rashes, and that itches like hell.

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Another day passes with her staring at the ceiling, she can't wait for the day where she can start walking, talking and reading. That'd be fun. Anna will hitch a plan to escape from the dang palace. She thought of growing her hair out like Rapunzel, and making her hait onto a ladder, but that'd take a long time; and time was not in her favor.

A few weeks had passed since the event of he birth, she has no information about the people of this trashy place, but if she recalled the events in the book, she was in a palace dedicated to the concubines who were accidentally impregnated; they are to raise their children away from the imperial palace, away from emperor and his little minions.

Anna tried folding her arms over her chest, but they were to jelly-ish to function. She tried to remember anything she knew about Anastasia, but it was close to nothing except that her death was made as an example for every wandering souls that if they stand in the way of the imperial prince, they'd be executed. Literally, little Ana was playing in the palace garden, somehow she ended up intruding the imperial prince, Kaiden's tea time. Anastasia was happy to finally meet her father, Kaiser, the emperor, but he clearly wasn't. He didn't wait a second before Anastasia's head flew off her body.

Anastasia shivered at thought of her execution, there was a little problem with this information, the book never mentioned at what age will she be beheaded, she dreaded that it was sooner than she expects.

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Anna loves the day were she is bathed, the reflection against the clear, clean water was the most adorable thing she ever saw. Anastasia was one of the cutest babies she had ever seen, she had a slightly tanned complexion with most beautiful sapphire orbs, they glittered like a pair of expensive, shining crystals. Her eyes were round and big with thick lashes that couldn't compare those to a camel's (THEY HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SET OF EYELASHES, FIGHT ME!) . Thin straight brown hair adorned her petite head; Anna was extremely happy that she looked exactly like her mother san the blue eyes.

The imperial family was distinguished from the other nobles by the color of their eyes, they had an ocean like eyes, a touch of an icy blue hue swimming in the pool of blue crystallized eyes .

Anna noticed the color of her iris which was closer to navy, on the darker side, but still it screamed royal family. That's probably why the maids glared at her, just by looking at her appearance, you can know that she was an illegitimate child.