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2021-09-27 15:24:42XXIV – The Monster
When Jin finally came to, he was surprised to find himself lying on a bed in one of their many guest-rooms that was located in the… upper floors–still feeling a little dizzy but all the more better than he remembered earlier.
His wounds were already cleaned and bandaged from what he can tell as he began to sit up, careful to not make a sound.
Confused, Jin looked around the room… only to find the Princess of the kingdom on a lone settee in a far corner of the room, a few meters away from where he was with her head a bit turned away.
Her expression told him that the Princess was strangely but not unusually distracted, probably lost in her own thoughts–which was normal, she was usually like that after all but she–she was literally staring blankly at the doorway, her posture slack
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