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The maid, with her tan skin and blonde hair pinned neatly into a bun tucked beneath her hat, smiled warmly as she worked. A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she spoke, and I realized she seemed almost enamored—not with me, but with the dynamic she was witnessing between Will and me from the sidelines. “Well,” she began, her voice light but sincere, “the maids were ordered to be under the King’s command during your time here. It seems you fell into a heavy sleep. During that time, it was the King himself who fed you. He stayed in your room when you were being bathed, during the doctors’ visits, and even when you were just resting. He would sit in the chair beside you, reading to you until he fell asleep himself.” I blinked, stunned by her words, and she paused to tuck an errant stra
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