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. King Leonidas stepped out from his bathroom to his bedroom and was greeted with the sight of Daphne sleeping peacefully, curled into herself. He stood still, his eyes taking in the way her long eyelash protected her eyes, the white flawlessness of her skin and her bandaged arm, the steady rise and fall of her upper body.

Automatically, his eyes went to the swell of her belly.

A feeling that was