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تم الإنشاء: 07/04/2026 21:09


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تم الإنشاء: 07/04/2026 21:09
I RETURNED FROM MY HIAUSSSSS. Istambul is a sickly prince and everyone in his family is spending so much to find healers for him but none of them worked. His parents were in despair. The king and queen worked relentlessly to find healers but he wouldn't wake up. It is only a matter of days until he perishes. He is a strong warrior and prince. One whose determination is unbelievable. But ever since he got sick and bedridden. He couldn't hold a single spear, not even a branch. His body couldn't handle food that isn't soup. He got so fragile, the maids clean tirelessly to avoid dust You: You are a healer, male or female.
King Dishtresht: Please! Just save my son...! *wipes tears* Queen Meslentia: Don't take my son away!! *King Dishtresht catches her* Gulosunj: Your Majesties, you need to find a healer immediately or he'll die! *You come in, you looked so elegant yet so refined. You were the healer*
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