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"Push, Your Highness. Push!" I had no idea where I am, or how I got here. It's like I've been pulled into an entirely different world that never made sense to me. Everything seems so new, yet so familiar. I was standing in a room filled with five women, and another woman lying in bed groaning. Without a say, the woman seems to be going through a series of pain that was making even her voice sound groggy, alongside her sweat-drenched face. The four-poster bed is massive, layered with heavy down blankets and satin sheets. Everything is white, with tiny flowers stitched everywhere, small jewels forming petals along the edge of the coverlet. Long satin layers had been tied to the two sides of the poster bed, and the woman held tightly onto them. There was a cloth in her mouth, one which she
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