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THE SLAVE PRINCESS

As the king slept in her arms, Daphne stood there, still caressing his head. She wouldn’t mind standing there for hours if it would make him sleep well. He was a man who never slept.

Time dragged by; his labored breaths filled the air. His arms loosenedaround her, but never fell away.

She wanted to keep running her hands through his soft hair. She didn’t realize she’d started hu