When the wind blows south…yet thy plant yearns to face the north.
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Hello, I am Anastasia.
The days has been passing by like designated times to bring forth emotions I have yet to encounter. After the dinner which I genuinely hope to never witness the same sequence again, I’ve been feeling a little under the weather. Slowly, the slight discomfort I am feeling is becoming more and more unbearable—the first thing I noticed, is that it normally strengthens in pain at night.
Yesterday, Crown prince Gavin fortunately allowed me to have a rest. I thought that if I were to stay in my room and recuperate my strength, I will feel a little better. But when I lied down my bed, the first I felt was the flames that are hungrily devouring me. There are no signs of my body being burned alive, bu
