Royal Slumber

In the grand chambers of a palace, where silk drapes fell to the gilded floors, rested a ruler. Their breathing was a serene symphony, a rhythmic pulse that echoed through the tranquil halls. Around them lay attendants, their gaze unwavering in their protection. Even in repose, royalty was a burden
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