2024-12-07 09:31:00Here is the translation of your requested scene:
In the bathroom, hidden behind thick silk curtains, the sound of running water could be heard softly. Arkanza stood beneath the shower, letting the warm water flow over his tired body after a long practice. His once fragile body now showed signs of change, though it wasn't fully strong yet. However, for the first time in his life, he felt better, more alive. Each drop of water that soaked his skin seemed to wash away the anxiety that had haunted him for so long.
Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, Albert and Milan worked quickly, preparing everything that Arkanza would need. Albert, with his vast experience, selected the most appropriate clothing for the event. He carefully observed the traditional Smith family attire that Arkanza would wear—a fine robe with colors representing the status and strength of their family.
Milan, who was younger and often impatient, watched intently from the side, his eyes fi
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The room was silent, accompanied only by the faint sound of leaves rustling outside the window. Moonlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the figure of a young man lying weakly on his grand bed. Arkanza looked pale, cold sweat soaking his forehead. His breaths were short, his body trembling despite the thick blanket covering him.Beside him, Albert sat with a serious expression. The man was a few years older than Arkanza, with neatly combed brown hair and sharp, cautious eyes. In Albert's hand was a damp cloth, which he occasionally pressed against Arkanza’s forehead, trying to bring down his dangerously high fever.“Arkanza…,” Albert muttered softly, as if calling out to his master, trapped in his weakened state. “This fever is strange. Unusual.”Albert took a deep breath, then moved his hand to Arkanza’s wrist. The skin there was paler than the rest of his body. A faint purplish line had formed around his veins. Albert narrowed his eyes, his heart pounding.“T
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Here is the English translation of your text:“Feel this…”A faint voice broke the silence, echoing through the corners of Arkanza’s consciousness. His head felt heavy, his body sinking into the soft mattress that enveloped him. Yet the voice continued to disturb him, forcing his eyes to slowly open. The dim light from a small oil lamp in the corner of the room greeted his vision.“Where am I…” Arkanza mumbled weakly.His breathing felt heavy, as though an invisible weight pressed on his chest. Slowly, he tried to move his hand to wipe his face, but a sharp pain shot through his entire body. Arkanza groaned softly, then forced himself to sit up. The room looked unfamiliar despite its luxury—thick burgundy curtains adorned the windows, and polished mahogany furniture reflected faint, shadowy images. Only then did he realize this was his own room in the Smith residence.But his attention quickly shifted to something on the floor near his bed. A piece of clothing—his shirt—lay there, cru
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