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Her hand slid down the front of my pants and started to massage.

“You must maintain an image. They truly believe their God selected you to be king. Sig, they think you’re damn near holy.” She breathed against my neck before nipping at my pulse point and gently sucking.

“Highness,” Miralee giggled, “Her Grace would like to see you after you’ve eaten.”

“Yes, of course,” Truth called over my shoulder.

She pulled me down into a rough kiss and withdrew her hand from my britches.

“Eat, my Prince,” she encouraged me, with a smile in her eyes.

She slid past me and grabbed a small bundle of grapes from the tray. I was mesmerized by the way she pushed it past her lips and slowly munched.

I didn’t know what to say. The woman was gorgeous. She’d just saved my life and all I wanted to do was stretch her out on the bed and repay her.

I sighed and fell across the mattress.

“I shall nap while you visit with my mother.” I injected all the boredom I could muster into that statement and was met with a snort.

“You are Sven’s son. Of course, you need your beauty rest.”

I shot up to confront her, but she was already sashaying toward the door. She turned just as she reached it and shot me a wink over her shoulder.

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