A heavy silence stretched between them.
Anastasia could barely register—let alone hear—the last question her butler had thrown at her. Her mind was still struggling to process the weight of what he had uttered before that.
She didn't understand.
She didn't know why.
Had the Kingdom failed to announce her exile...?
Or had they never announced it in the first place...?
But that was not all.
The sheer notion that no one even knew where she had gone...
"W-what are you saying, Sir Sebas...?" Her voice wavered, barely above a whisper, as her throat tightened. "A-are you saying that—That no one knows...?"
It was as if her existence had been erased.
She turned to face him, eyes wide with disbelief.
It didn't make sense.
Nothing made sense.
Even if the Crown had chosen to keep her exile a secret—
Her crime—
Her sin—
It should have been known by everyone in the kingdom...!
Her sin should have been a public disgrace, something etched into history books for generations to come.
