As Andromeda was gently settled in her room, the knight, took his leave. In his absence, Dennis and the attending maids orchestrated the task of tucking the princess into the embrace of her bed, arranging the covers with utmost care. The room exuded a serene ambiance, bathed in the soft, orange hues of the setting sun filtering through the window.
As Andromeda stirred, slowly succumbing to the reawakening of consciousness, her eyes fluttered open. The gentle glow of the sunset bathed the room in warm luminosity, casting a soothing aura. Yet, her awakening was accompanied by a peculiar sensation—an amalgamation of weariness and an unusual heaviness that permeated her limbs. Rather than the sharp pangs of pain, her body felt as though it had been fragmented into delicate shards, rendering movement a challenging endeavor.
