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Princess Yeri.

Draped in the softest fur of the king’s chamber, I lay still as a statue. My form is a perfect curve against the opulent bedding but my eyes, however, are twin pools of dark, watching intensely. Midnight has descended upon the opulent chamber, casting the room in a subdued glow from the silvered moon filtering through sheer curtains.

Through that, I can see the rhythmic rise and fall of the King Ozar’s chest. Quickly, I ease my body free from his embrace. My movements are as fluid as moonlight on water—one would think that I have done this before. I slip into my nightdress; a gossamer cloud of silk and I throw a coat around my shoulders.

As I descend from the huge bed, my bare feet made no sound on the thick carpet. I look back at Ozar and I wait for a moment. He is in-depth in sleep because he forfeited a good amount of energy during our act. I tighten the ropes of the dress around my waist and I begin to make into his study. The scent of musk, sandalwood and leather f