Roselyn opened her eyes, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she was still trapped in a dream. The ceiling above was a pale cream, and a flickering candlelight danced softly at the edge of her vision.However, when she tried to curl her pinky finger, her body entirely refused to obey the command.‘What's happening to me?’ she muttered in her mind, unable to make a sound.The daughter of House Vogard could still feel the chill of the room. Though her movements were severely restricted, her eyes could still dart around.A small, greenish vial lay on the nightstand, half its contents spilled onto a cloth that was still damp beside the bed."Are you awake, Rose?"The voice echoed from a corner of the room, followed by the steady sound of approaching footsteps.Derrick sat down at the edge of the bed, staring at her with a look of relief tangled with deep anxiety."Don't be afraid. The effects are just temporary. You can hear me, right?" He gently stroked Roselyn's brown hair. “I make y
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