Nazira approached the prince by the dying fire, her heart sinking at his ashen complexion and labored breathing “You look worse than usual,” she said softly, her voice filled with concern. Kneeling beside him, she rested a hand lightly on his arm “I’m worried this might be getting worse,” she murmured, searching his tired face, her heart aching for the silent pain he bore
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