Albert woke up with pain all over his body. His left shoulder couldn't move at all. I don't know how long he had been unconscious, the most important thing now was to know if he survived the assassination attempt. Of course, it was all thanks to his wife, Annabelle. An extraordinary wife, who has more courage than any woman in the world.
Albert turned his head, his wife was sleeping soundly beside him. Annabelle's face was facing hers, so that Albert could be content to see her beautiful face. Her golden hair fell on the pillows, glistening in the light from the torches illuminating their room. The light of the fire, made Annabelle's face red, and she looked amazing.
