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Bathed and dressed in her nighties, Princess Kamara lay in bed, her heart filled with elation and peace for the first time in a long time.

Her Callan—no, Damian—is no peasant after all but a prince. The knowledge was going to take some time to get used to.

At the sound of her door opening, her eyes slipped open. Damian stood at her door dressed in a white coif robe with the rope tied into knots at