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King Lucien woke up the next morning, having mixed feelings. Peace from a good night's rest, and pain from the wound in his chest.

He was curled around Danika's small body, his arms holding her back to him, her breasts plastered to his chest.

The way his body was hurting, he didn't want to wake yet. Didn't want to face the day. He didn't want to start thinking about his wound. About the