William stood outside Anastasia's cell and listened quietly to the sounds coming from within, and even though the cries and broken sobs from inside the room were filled with years of grief and helplessness.
A faint but deeply emotional smile still rested on his face because he understood that what was happening beyond that door was far more important than anything he could say or do in that moment.
He had wanted to go inside the moment he heard Tamasya break down, because there was a part of him that wished to pull her into his arms and let her cry until all the weight she had carried for years finally left her heart, but he stopped himself because he knew that this was not his moment to interfere, and that some wounds could only begin to heal in the presence of the people who had shared the pain that caused them.
