Chapter 70

• 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 laboured 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 she started humming until a new soft sound joined his breathing in the air.