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... Nia Mitchell’s face, admiring her peaceful sleep. Looking at her, he suddenly lost all desire to return to his study.
The idea of a king skipping court to linger in bed... tsk, tsk, the allure of such indulgence was immense.
"Uncle."
Suddenly, Nia Mitchell murmured.
Maxwell Peary looked at the small woman in his arms. He’d thought she was asleep.
"Mm? Go on, sleep, sweetie. I won’t leave."
Nia Mitchell nodded, her eyes still closed. She was afraid ...
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