Chapter 75

As the king slept in her arms, Danika stood there, still caressing his head. She wouldn’t mind standing there for hours if it would make him sleep well. He was a man who never slept.

Time dragged by; his labored breaths filled the air. His arms loosenedaround her, but never fell away.

She wanted to keep running her hands through his soft hair. She didn’t realize she’d started humming until a new soft sound joined his breathing in the air. She wished there was a way to erase the past fifteen years of his life. Of all their lives. But then again, wishes have never been horses or beggars would have ridden them, too.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Mistress Vetta walked into the king’s chambers. She stopped short at the sight in front of her, her lips gaping apart in shock.

Danika lowered her head in a bow of greeting, but she didn’t stop stroking the king’s hair or humming to him.

Vetta couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The king had his arm wrapped