Cash’s POV
I yawn and stretch in my giant bed. The plush blankets are like tendrils wrapping me in calling me back to sleep. It’s gloomy outside and I am tempted to allow them to tie me up and take me back to dreamland. The furs are especially temping, soft, silky, and warm against my body. As much as I want to just stay in bed and avoid having to face the world alone I can’t. I need to get up especially if I am going to try to pull myself out of this funk so I can focus on problem solving how to find the woman from my imagination. I can’t let my personal emotions drain me like this. My loyal subjects need to have confidence in their King. They must continue to believe I am strong and brave despite not having found my mate. Who knows maybe I will get lucky and the prisoner will have infor
