After Prince Terny and Princess Boris finished their vows under the priest’s guidance and exchanged tokens, the wedding was more than halfway complete.
The long‑ill old king, after hearing his beloved son’s solemn oath, let a string of murky tears run down his cheeks. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but very soon his head, full of white hair, lolled against the back of his chair. He fell asleep almost at once, a bit of drool slipping from the corner of his half‑open mouth before he began to snore.
Looking at this frail old man,...
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