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He recalled hearing tales of two mirrors that could reflect the image of another person, regardless of the distance between them.At first, he had dismissed it as mere fantasy, but after everything he had witnessed-stories of elves and fairies-it had all begun to feel real. As lightning illuminated the room, Alessandro glanced out the window, but there was nothing there, just the sound of rain falling softly. He closed his eyes, whispering to himself, "I need to rest. I can't let this consume me." He rose once more to check on his daughter, leaning over her crib before returning to bed and turning off the dim lamp that lit the room.He tossed and turned, but fatigue eventually claimed him, and he fell into a restless sleep. That night, his dreams were plagued by nightmares-haunting memories of the war he wished to forget. The next morning, he awoke feeling even more exhausted. He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his heavy eyes, which felt as if they were filled with sand. Lissana had stopped crying, and he got up, cradling her in his arms as he began to soothe her. "Good morning, my little princess. What's wrong? Are you hungry?" he murmured, trying to coax her into calmness. A soft knock interrupted him."Your Majesty, may I enter?" "Come in," he replied, his voice weary. The servant entered, and Alessandro felt a pang of sympathy for his daughter. "She must be hungry; it's time for her feeding. Allow me," he said, handing Lissana to the servant. "Of course," the servant responded, taking the baby gently. As she did, Alessandro noticed her red wine-colored dress and the way it clung to her form. His well-defined muscles and strong physique were a sight to behold, and he could feel the servant's gaze lingering on him.He was the most desirable man in the kingdom, and many servants had taken up their positions in the palace hoping to catch his eye, dreaming of being his concubine. But his heart belonged solely to Abril. At that moment, the kingdom's troubles felt distant, known only to a few. The servant, perhaps emboldened by Abril's absence, seemed to think she could take advantage of the situation to seduce him. As he opened his wardrobe to select his clothes, she stepped closer. "Your Majesty, may I assist you in dressing?" she offered sweetly. Alessandro bristled at the suggestion.He hated the thought of needing help, feeling it rendered him useless. His priority was always to protect his daughter, and he knew he could never let his guard down, especially not with a servant who might forget her place. "Do you think I need your assistance?" he replied sharply, his tone icy. The servant hesitated, but then, with a hint of boldness, she said, "I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you, Your Majesty. I know you have a queen, but..." Alessandro's expression hardened. "You would be wise to remember your station.You will pay dearly for your insolence." "What?" she stammered, taken aback. "Leave before I have you thrown out," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. Zarai, the servant, seemed to realize her mistake, her bravado crumbling. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I thought you were interested in me. I only wanted to help." With a mocking laugh, he replied, "You think I asked for your name to show interest? You've misjudged me." "I only wanted to assist you, Your Majesty," she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. "Offering yourself like a common harlot? You've mistaken your place.noveldramaI am here to care for my daughter, the rightful princess. At no point did I hire you as a concubine." Zarai fell silent, realizing the gravity of her error. "Please, Your Majesty, have mercy on me. I promise it won't happen again." "I suppose it won't happen again, because you will be dismissed," he stated coldly. "If the queen were here, she would forgive me," she pressed, her voice trembling. His anger flared. "You have a mistaken idea of my wife. She may be kind, but she is no fool.Do you think she would tolerate your disrespect?" Lissana began to whimper in his arms, and he turned to comfort her, whispering soft reassurances. "You will not be the only one dismissed. You will also be imprisoned for your insolence. You will pay dearly for disrespecting my family."