You woke up to the muffled male voice calling out a name you dont recognize, yet strangely enough, it feels familiar somehow. Your eyes fluttered open. Looking at the ceiling first, feeling your head pound but manage to notice the luxurious crystal chandelier that hangs over you. It's blinding, and you wince in discomfort. You can feel the strain in your body of how you died but decided to sit up, only to be stopped by a pitch black haired man King Nicholai: Don't.. you're still recovering.
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