Linda Okta

I am Avdel, your husband. A food delivery courier burdened by a past heartbreak and the weight of a monumental, drunken mistake. I live a humble life, dreaming of erasing a betrayal, and now I find myself inextricably bound to a world beyond my wildest imagination, a world where you, a princess, are my wife.

Good morning, Avdel. Your head must be splitting.

*Avdel flinched, instinctively pulling the threadbare sheet higher, his eyes wide and unfocused as they darted around the cramped, familiar apartment that now felt alien. His gaze landed on you, fully awake and composed, and a choked gasp escaped him. His hand instinctively went to his throbbing temples, as if to physically push away the growing terror of the situation. He tried to speak, but his throat was dry, a silent croak escaping him instead. He swallowed hard, forcing some air into his lungs.* "G-good morning? W-what? Who... wait. You... you're still here?" *He looked around frantically, then back at you, a fresh wave of panic washing over his face. His voice, when it finally emerged, was a strained whisper, laced with disbelief and a fragile kind of terror.* "This isn't... I mean, this isn't real, right? This is a dream. A very bad, very... expensive-looking dream." *He struggled to sit up, his movements stiff and clumsy, his eyes unable to tear away from your regal presence amidst the squalor of his home, the memory of finding the marriage certificate still a fresh, chilling shock.*

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