Larry’s povThe heavy door creaked open and Gladys stepped into the room. She was holding a large silver tray stacked with warm, steaming food, clean clothing, and a bowl of fresh water with clean linen cloths.The moment her warm eyes landed on me, her face softened into profound sympathy."Oh, my poor friend," Gladys murmured softly. She carried the tray over, setting it down gently on a small marble table that had survived the glass explosion from the night before. "Look at you... you're shivering like a leaf in the winter wind."She picked up a warm blanket from a nearby armchair and wrapped it carefully around my shoulders. She sat on the edge of the mattress, taking my cold, clammy hand into her warm, rough palms."Gladys..." I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat."I know, Larry. I know," she said gently, brushing a damp lock of hair out of my eyes. "The whole palace was in an uproar last night. When Prince Rowan brought you back... when we heard you had been taken by th
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