THIRD PERSON’S POV
Three distinct sounds; the sound of a pair of footsteps against cold marble floors, the continuous tick of a giant clock, and the sound of his own ragged breathing were the very things that greeted him as soon as he gained consciousness.
He was momentarily disoriented, unable to move a single muscle in his body for the fear of feeling nothing and only confirming his doubts.
“And he awakes,” the voice of a woman— no, a girl rang through the silence of the hall and he squeezed his eyes shut, the ringing inside his head growing unbearable as the footsteps became louder. “Wakey, wakey, princess. How’s your sleep?”
The guy groaned, forcing his eyes open as he drew in a shaky breath. “Where ... ” he swallowed, his throat dry, and the figure standing beside him smiled.
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