"An Emperor bears countless responsibilities; therefore, do not squander your time on such trifles as sleep. I expect you to rise early each day," his uncle's voice resonated within his mind, rousing him from slumber.
Gasping upon waking, he swiftly sat upright in bed, his hands instinctively clutching his throbbing head. "Am I... late? No, wait. How am I even alive?" He muttered softly, quietly contemplating his existence.
His gaze roamed around the room, meticulously scrutinizing its unique design. It presented a simple arrangement with the customary bed, closet, vanity/desk, and an enigmatic black mirror.
"Is this the quarters of a commoner? They must have grown weary of my presence. Haha..." He chuckled with a hint of bitterness, reflecting on the hardships he had endured over the years, only to find himself abandoned in such a place. They could have at least offered some context!
After a period of contemplation, he arose from his bed, a simmering anger welling within him as he grappled with the circumstances he found himself in.
"Sigh... At least I'm liberated from their influence now." Hoping to regain his composure, he approached the window, gradually drawing aside the curtain to welcome the warm sunlight into the room.
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I slid the window open, craving a breath of fresh air. My eyes were drawn to the towering buildings that surrounded me, their architecture both impressive and reminiscent of structures I'd seen in old documentaries from the 2000s. I stood there for a moment, taking in the cityscape, and then decided to explore the rest of the apartment, amused by the unexpected turn of events.
As I ventured further into the unfamiliar apartment, I realized my throat was parched. I made my way to the kitchen, found a glass in one of the cupboards, and headed for the fridge in search of something to quench my thirst.
Standing before the refrigerator, I couldn't help but ponder the nature of the kingdom or empire I had found myself in. The presence of archaic machinery and methods intrigued me, completely different from what I had expected.
With a sense of caution, I opened the fridge. A rush of cold air greeted me, sending a shiver down my spine. Inside, I discovered an abundance of food—various vegetables, eggs, milk, water bottles, and possibly even some wine tucked away at the bottom of the fridge.
"Interesting," I murmured to myself as I selected a water bottle. Before taking a sip, I carefully examined it to ensure it wasn't tainted. Finally, I relieved my parched throat and closed the fridge with care.
I kept looking around the apartment and ended up in front of a mirror. When I saw my reflection, I noticed something strange: "My scars... they're gone?" I thought out loud, but my memory was still unclear. I tried to remember more, but I couldn't, and my head started to hurt. Then, I passed out.