Chapter 87. THE SLAVE PRINCESS.

　　As the king slept in her arms, Danika stood there, still patting his head. She wouldn't mind standing there for hours if it'll make him sleep well. He is a man that never sleeps. 　　Time dragged by, his laboured breaths filled the air. His arms around her loosened, but never fell away. 　　His hair was so soft, she just wanted to keep running her hands on it. She didn't know she started humming until a new soft sound joined his breathing in the air. 　　She wished there was a way to erase the past fifteen years of his life. Of all their lives. But then again, wishes has never been horses, or beggars would have rode it too. 　　Suddenly, the door burst open and Mistress Vetta walked into the King's Chambers. She stopped suddenly at the sight in front of her, her lips gapping apart in shock. 　　Danika lowered her head in a bow of greeting, but she didn't stop patting the King's hair or humming to him. 　　Vetta couldn't believe the sight in front of her. The king has his arm wrapped loosel