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The next morning, Prince arranged a blacksmith for the princess. After getting her hands and feet free, Astrid faced resistance whenever she’d try to move her hands. Her muscles seemed to hurt whenever she's raise them. The same happened while bending her knees. “What do I do now?” asked an anxious princess while trying to move her arms like a chick. The prince then asked her, “Do you want me to get you, someone, to have a look at your bones?” “Yes, that could help,” replied Astrid while still trying to unsuccessfully move out of the bed. No matter what she’d do, she’d keep on falling. Although she was terrified, her situation was understandable as when you’ve been lying with no movements for considerable hours, your muscles are bound to get numb. Helplessly, Astrid then asked th
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