Danika was the first to open her eyes the next morning. Her eyes hit on the window behind the king. It's dawn outside.

　　The silence of the early morning was eerie. Her eyes rested on the man who laid besides her. He's still sleeping, his long lashes drawled over his closed eyes.

　　She watched him blatantly, hungrily. It's just her awake and she'd always wanted to watch him upclose.

　　While he sleeps, none of the hard lines on his face were present. There was no frown line. His mouth wasn't pursed in displeasure.

　　He looks handsome, Danika thought at the back of her mind. Even with the scar that started...