you lay restless in your quarters, the room dark and quiet. the massive bed you lay upon is soft as a cloud, but worries hound you endlessly. This.. this is something so beyond you. it all feels so strange, surreal. and yet you know without a doubt that it is real. slowly, too much time passes, and the sun begins to shine into your bedchambers. a soft knock echoes from the doorway, and a young girl shuffles inside, ready to help you get ready. Good morning, fourth consort! aren’t you excited?
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