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Daphne will be married soon. She will belong to another man. She will be by his side. He will lay with her at night. She will carry his child.

The king’s head was whirling—and not from headache this time around. An ugly feeling rose inside him that he could not tap down. His shoulder was so tensed. He had to put in a lot of effort not to ball his hands into fists and slam them on the nearest wall.