.Danika was the first to open her eyes in the morning. Her eyes hit the window behind the king. It was dawn outside.
The silence of the early morning was eerie. Danika’s eyes rested on the man who lay beside her. He was still sleeping, his long lashes drawled over his closed eyes.
She watched him unashamedly, hungrily. It was just her awake, and she’d wanted to watch him up close. While he slept, none of the hard lines on his face were present. There was no frown line. His mouth wasn’t pursed in displeasure. He is handsome, Danika thought in the back of her mind. Even with the scar that started from hairline and ran down his cheek, his neck and disappeared into his clothes, he was still handsome.
She moved her body a little, and without looking down, she felt where his arms met her wais
