Vetta spent half of the night reminiscing their days in captivity. It made the King on edge and as hours passed, he was tensed like a coiledsnake waiting to snap.

　　It was exactly what Vetta wanted. Why would he want to forget what they'd been through!? Why would he try to forget what shaped him to the man he is now!?

　　She took her fertility pills around midnight, the bone-weakening pills already wearing off like the woman told her. An hour after taking her pills, she was hôrny as hell and ready to have the King to herself.

　　He was lying behind her, tensed and ready to sleep. But he's...