Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.
--Unknown
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The incident that caused Anastasia to be stay bed-ridden during long, painstaking hours was kept secret by the witnesses—Odelle, her familiar, and Vesper, the nation’s king. With the silence that loomed over the once agonizing room, the monarch who chose to stay and leave his responsibilities on hiatus sat by the side of her bed, gently watched over the sleeping lady.
It’s been an hour after she asked to rest, and as she peacefully slumbered, the blanket no longer covered her like a cocoon—at the moment, she is sleeping soundly with her body turned to the side, unconsciously facing where the king is. She looks at ease. That’s a relief. Slowly reaching out to touch her cheek, his hand stopped midway as he thought to himse
