(Hara Dayang pov) As the weeks passed, Raja Lontok's health continued to decline. He grew weaker and weaker, until he was unable to move his own body. I stayed by his side, talking to him even when he was sleeping. I told him about my day, about the kingdom's affairs, and about my fears and hopes. I knew he couldn't respond, but I believed that somehow, someway, he could hear me. At night, I would sneak away to the west bay, where I would dance for the anitos. I would cry out to them, pleading for mercy and healing for my beloved husband. I would dance for hours, my feet bare and my hair flowing in the wind. I would call out to the spirits, asking them to spare Raja Lontok's life, to give him strength and vitality. "Anitos, please," I would cry, my voice echoing across the water. "Have mercy on us. Heal my husband, give him back his strength and his vitality. I will do anything, just please don't take him from me." As I danced, I felt a sense of desperation wash over me. I was wil
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