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Author: Momo
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Lusia

I could feel the dark veil lifting. There was movement around me. I could hear hushed voices. I recognized one to be King Dane’s. He was talking quietly and I almost got mad that I couldn't make out what he was saying. But that seemed like it had happened many hours ago.

When the dark veil finally lifted, my vision came back slowly. It was vague and blurry but I could make out King Dane’s thin lips, well chiseled jawline, and his icy blue eyes which were staring at me with an emotion I almost mistook to be concerned. His face was soft, and those blue eyes that were usually filled with darkness and void were tainted with a hint of empathy and concern.

I groaned as my vision was fully restored but it came with a huge price; a thumping headache. I held my forehead which seemed to be burning up and groaned even more as I tried to sit on the bed.

I blinked hard and gazed at King Dane again whose face was now twisted in rage. I knew that the hint of concern I saw was a mere mirage
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