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Still, his wife couldn’t escape his mind. He could see her, reaching out to him, dark hair dancing in the waters as she breathed up bubbles. ​No, he thought, as if his protest could bring her back from the dead. She was gone. ​The guards rushed to the king’s bedroom, swords drawn for good measure as they looked around his sleeping chambers.