Chapter 117

That was how they’d spent long minutes.

She was in the middle of telling him the story of one horrific event that happened in Mombana when she was a teen—about a man that killed his own child—when he fell asleep. She’d stayed a few more minutes, gazing at him as he slept, unabashed. She didn’t have to hide her love for him or her feelings for him because he wouldn’t see her.

Such a sweet, sweet fleeting moment.

Danika couldn’t remember how long passed before she allowed herself to get up from the bed, wrapped the duvet around him, and walked out of his chambers back to her own room.

“Someone’s looking happy this morning, standing in the middle of the bedroom, her cheeks flaming as she gets lost in thought.”

The sound of Sally’s voice pulled Danika out of her own head. She smiled at her former personal maid. “Sally.”

“Good morning, my princess. I can see the day looking so bright, my princess!” Sally whirled around two times; her cheeks stretc