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[color=lightgray][color=E77298]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=E77298]Location:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/OCwwi0J.png]Her Bedroom[/url] --> Outside of [url=https://i.imgur.com/7OGkNku.png]Farim's bedroom[/url] in the [url=https://i.imgur.com/6EfU36I.png]Guesthouse[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/K2iLzvY.png]Hallway[/url].
[color=E77298]Attire:[/color][url=https://i.imgur.com/2a38zwH.png]Dress[/url], [url=https://i.imgur.com/pSzLtit.png]Flats, Crown and Earrings[/url]
[color=E77298]Mention:[/color] [@Tae] Thea
[color=E77298]Interaction:[/color] [@Lava Alckon] Farim
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Anastasia slowly blinked her eyes open to the familiar sight of her ornate ceiling. As her vision gradually adjusted, the grand architecture came into focus, each detail sharpening under her gaze as a deep throb pulsed at the base of her skull. The room spun slightly as she cautiously tried to sit up, each movement sending a sharp jolt through the back of her head. With a low groan, she reached up to gingerly touch the tender spot where she had been struck, the pain vivid and startling.

The memories of the previous night flooded back to her in disjointed flashes—the sudden blow, the sensation of tumbling into darkness, the chaos of the forest. She furrowed her brows, trying to piece together the fragmented events, but the effort only seemed to exacerbate her headache.

Drawing a shaky breath, Anastasia forced herself to focus on the present. Slowly, she took in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom - the opulent furnishings, the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the curtains, and then the plush pink bedding that enveloped her legs in silken warmth. She could hear the distant sound of servants moving about in the castle, their footsteps echoing down the corridor.

She glanced around the room, her gaze falling on her reflection in the mirror across the chamber. Her ashen blonde hair was tousled and tangled from sleep, strands falling haphazardly around her shoulders. Then she looked to her side and there, amidst the sea of silk and down, lay Thea, her chest rising and falling with the peaceful rhythm of sleep.

Annie couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight. Moving closer to the bed, she brushed a loose strand of hair from Thea's forehead, waking her friend gently. Lying down beside her, she embraced her friend, their whispered conversation protected by their private cocoon.

Thea, with a hopeful spark in her eye, confided her desire to attend the courting event at the cafe. Anastasia had immediately agreed it would be a wonderful opportunity to help Thea mend her heart after the Felix ordeal. Together, they perused the royal wardrobe, selecting a gown that not only flattered Thea but seemed to reflect the fresh start she so yearned for. Anastasia then assisted with her friend’s hair and make-up, lending her expertise to ensure every detail was perfect.

With a final, heartening squeeze of hands, Thea departed, leaving behind a recommendation to go see Farim.

A short while later, swaying slightly with a trace of dizziness, Anastasia stood before Farim’s door. She was dressed in a peach gown that embraced her figure, adorned with off-shoulder sleeves. Without hesitation, she knocked with a playful lightness in her heart despite the dull ache in her head. 

[color=E77298]"Farim! Guess what! [i]I'm not dead[/i]!"[/color][/color]