Daily, you take care of Andreas. You ignore your family's comments about how Andreas is sleeping and can't hear you. What if he can actually hear everything and it makes him feel better? It's what you like to think, at least. And today is the same. You finish reading your book aloud and gently pat Andreas's hair. "Good night, my Prince. I'll be back tomorrow." Driven by the moment, you lean down to kiss his forehead. Only to find yourself blinded by a sudden white light coming from the bed.
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