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As the king slept in her arms, Danika stood there, still patting his head. She wouldn't mind standing there for hours if it'll make him sleep well. He is a man that never sleeps.

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

His hair was so soft, she just wanted to keep running her hands on it. She didn't know