It was a wholesome experience of its own and he was enjoying every bit of it. Only if the king permits him to lay in the garden instead of some room that would be a pure boon.
He couldn't help but wonder, one day, when he would retire, when he would be on his path to gain enlightenment, or when he would leave his worldly duties, then maybe with someone or maybe with that sleeping beauty he would come in the wing of these mountains. There they will build their little, tiny house of mud and bamboo and spend the rest of their breaths together. How beautiful! How wonderful! How serenic!
But who was she? Will he even meet her again? He should have gained at least some information about that granny. Idiot. Just how beautiful those eyes would be when they are not closed? What colour would those eyes be? How would it feel to be stared at by those eyes? How lucky the things who gained those eyes' attention would be…
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