บท 63: Splitting

Thea

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I woke up in the morning from a terrible hum that resounded outside the window. Throwing back the blanket, I threw a silk robe over my body and hastily belted it, went to look through the slightly fogged glass, what was happening outside. And outside there was something that I already knew about and that really tormented my wounded heart.

The trumpet call of the herald was so powerful that it could safely wake the dead. It was an idle notification to all residents of the city about the upcoming wedding of the king.

My heart was fluttering nervously in my chest, convulsively shuddered and froze, shrouded in anxiety and sadness. I have already confessed to myself that I am mired in my infatuation with the king, but despite his big words, he does exactly the opposite things, making me worry even more.