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"I saw you and the king that night. In his chambers. On the floor. In each other's arms, asleep." Came the calm reply at last.

Danika didn't have to think hard for the mental image to come. When it did, her blood ran cold. She saw her intimate night with the king.

"Oh..." Danika muttered guiltily.

She doesn't know what to say about that. Once a princess herself, she can understand the disrespect Kamara feels. Not to mention the anger and even hurt.

Kamara let out a deep breath. "I'm not angry at you. I'm not even hurt, or I would have done something about it these past few weeks."

"You aren't?" Danika asked, uncertain and bewildered.

"No, I'm not. Sadly, what I saw made it easier for me to understand a lot of things. I made peace with it."

"I don't understand."