Hereditary Prince's Wife

The enveloping darkness was slowly replaced by a glimmer of light that dazzled eyes that hadn't seen light for an unknown amount of time. Asha woke up and opened his eyes in shock. His last memory was of himself in the riot and his head hurting from the impact. However, when Asha tried to touch his head, which still had a faint lingering pain, his hand didn't respond. Asha suddenly felt his entire body stiffen and numb, and he thought he was still under the effects of the anesthetic in the hospital. However, Asha slowly realized something as his eyes began to adjust to the light around him. Asha looked around and felt a strange yet familiar feeling of the place he didn't know where. The room was very different from the hospital room and not even the room in his house. Asha stared at the ceiling of the room, which was clearly different from his room or any room he was used to in his life so far. The style of the room, the structure of the room, resembled traditional buildings or temples. The room was unfamiliar, yet he felt familiar. He knew that a rope hung beside his bed, and if he pulled it, a bell would ring loudly enough to wake the person sleeping outside. Somehow, Asha knew all this. Asha used all hus remaining strength to move his stiff arms and pull on the rope he could see out of the corner of his eye. "Just lifting my arm is so hard. Am I paralyzed after that blow?" Asha muttered to himself, his lips unable to open and utter the words that were stuck in his throat. With great difficulty, he finally reached the rope, which was only centimeters from his hand as it lay on the bed. Asha pulled on the rope, and a few seconds later, the sound of the bell rang. Asha shifted his head to look around. As her hands regained some movement, the rest of his body gradually began to follow his commands. Asha felt as if his body wasn't his own, so that when his brain told him to do something, there was resistance. Or, more precisely, his body responded as if his body and mind were separate. "Maybe it's because I just realized where this is," Asha thought, seeing an object that seemed to give him a big clue. Asha stared at the bedside table, where a beautiful and elegant-looking hairpin and crown were placed, made of precious metals forged together to form an elegant crown. Asha remembered this crown and hairpin very well. He had seen them before, but not in person, but in a picture. He remembered them for their beautiful and elegant appearance, especially when worn by their owner, who had long, straight, shiny black hair and a pale white face. "Zane's crown, this is very similar to the crown that Zane always wore. The crown that belonged to Zane's birth mother, which he always wore until his death," Asha thought, recalling the image of the crown before his eyes. While his mind was thinking about the character named Zane from the book he had read earlier, someone entered the room and greeted him with a happy voice that conveyed relief, "Young master, are you awake?!! I will call the doctor and the marquess first!!" As if a hurricane had passed, the girl who had entered the room immediately left, leaving Asha confused. "Since when have I been called young master? Ah, where am I?" Asha muttered to himself. His body had begun to sync with his mind, allowing him to turn his head more freely. His hands were also easier to move than before, but his lower body and legs still felt numb and unresponsive to his urge to move. "It probably takes time to adjust after waking up; the anesthesia hasn't completely worn off yet." Asha looked around and finally realized many oddities, and something slowly entered his mind, accelerating until he felt like seeing fragmented images of someone. Asha felt as if he could see someone's life path from childhood to adulthood. The fragmented images made his head ache so much that he wanted to bang it against the wall. Two adult men, probably between 35 and 40, ran into the room and immediately approached Asha, along with the girl who had been running behind them.Those two men. These two adult men, whom Asha was seeing for the first time, were his father and his family doctor. Asha remembered them both from fragments of images that flooded his mind, making his head ache. The man in military uniform was clearly his father, General Thylane. General Thylane quickly cupped Asha's hand and asked worriedly, "How are you, child? You're finally awake. I was so worried about you." "..." Asha's lips, which had opened but couldn't form the words, could only close again. Asha, with his dizzy head, knew what he was subconsciously trying to say. "Father... He's my father, General Thylane. So, I... Am I Zane?" Asha muttered to himself as he stared at General Thylane, who still looked young enough to have a son his age. "General, young master Zane has just woken up. Let me examine him first," the family doctor said, making me turn to him. "If he's Thylane's family doctor, then he must be Dr. Albert Agata. The person responsible for Zane's health. I've always felt something strange about this person, but because Zane isn't a main character, the characters around him aren't described in detail, and there's only a little about Zane himself. If I were Zane, this is the person I'd pay close attention to," Asha thought, staring at Dr. Albert, who was holding his hand and reading his pulse. "Thankfully, young master woke up at the right time. If he had been even a day late, I might have had to remove my head. His recovery may be slow at the moment, but as long as nothing unexpected happens, young master will be able to return to normal," said Dr. Albert, letting go of Zane's hand and smiling at him. "Good, good, do your best for Zane, and your head will be safe," said General Thylane, sitting beside the bed and holding Zane's hand. “Wow, my dad is so cool. I knew General Thylane was so cool, too bad he remarried that old woman,” Asha looked silent but his heart was cursing.