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Daphne woke to a tug on her breast, a hand caressing her body, and a body moving against hers. As her eyes slowly fluttered open, she stared at the king, whose mouth was on her breast, his hand caressing her sides.

“Good morning, my king,” she whispered, her eyes reaching automatically for the hourglass on the table at the far end of the room. It was almost dawn.

“Mm,” he said, his eyes closed in