Chapter 57

King Lucien was writing some fresh developments in the lower market to take to the royal accountant on the morrow. The sun had been down for a while, and it was relatively quiet for the night. But sleep eluded King Lucien as usual.

For the past week, he hadn’t been able to sleep as well as he did on that first night with Danika. What was it about her? He’d asked himself countless times in the last week.

Having tasted what a good sleep felt like, King Lucien wanted more and more of that peaceful dreamless state, but he had done his best to make sure he didn’t summon Danika for that.

How could the daughter of the man that took away his sleep become the reason for his peaceful slumber after fifteen years?

The deities would never play such a cruel joke on him. The joke was too expensive. Too merciless.

He’d summoned Vetta and took sexual pleasures from her body and even allowed her to spend the night in his bed. He never slept.

While Vetta slept with