Chapter 115

Danika closed her eyes and tightened her arms around the king. It didn’t matter if that moment was fleeting. If he regained his senses and pushed her away. What mattered was the moment—this stolen moment between them.

Since her status had been reduced and she became a slave, Danika learned to live in the moment, because good moments were scarce when you’re a slave.

Finally, he pulled back. She looked up at his deep blue eyes, that didn’t look so troubled anymore.

“You weren’t sleeping?” King Lucien’s voice was deep, his eyes searching.

“I slept, my king.” She’d keep calling him that until he demanded otherwise. “I woke up earlier and couldn’t go back to sleep.”

He walked past her then, with slow, steady steps and his hands behind his back.

Danika was torn. She didn’t know if she should follow him or not. She wondered what had made him so stiff and restless that he had to leave his bedroom and walk into the chilly night.

“Are you comin