Vaila
Cybernetic Princess.
Anastasia looked down, frowning. "Well goodnight," she said softly as she turned and entered the house, closing the door quietly behind her. Decimius had always confused her with the way he avoided looking at her or touching her whenever he could. She'd thought perhaps that he found her repulsive, but then he'd escort her home like he had tonight. Perhaps he was just polite, walking her home while it was dark. Shaking her head, she dismissed her thoughts of him and walked slowly into the kitchen and began to make supper for her father. Nothing extravagant, she decided not feeling up to making something heavy. And as she set about cooking, her thoughts wandered back to what could possibly be so wrong with her.