Like Father, Like Son

Harper couldn’t sleep. The small bed she shared with Grandma Laura even felt too little.

Unlike her, the old woman was sleeping soundly. An opposite of her lying down on her back, eyes unblinking, and just focused on the weakening roof of the cottage. Of all she’s thinking, one made it to the top of the list.

She was thinking of the future. What would happen to her after she gives birth to the king’s heir? Will everyone or anyone in the camp still give her the same respect?

Deep down, she knew it also meant she’ll forever be Damon’s. Just the thought made her heart do a backflip. It was kind of dreamy if her past self would think of it, but a lot has changed. The things she learned from her Grandma and everything else, that messed it all up.

She turned to her side and faced the window.

The blackness of the night felt comforting, and she craved its presence. With no further ado, she sat up and yawned. What do you do when you’re sleepy but your thoughts are way louder than your desi