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... because his brain had not caught up with reality.
Mostly because the reality currently involved sharing a bed with a dragon queen who looked entirely unbothered by the concept.
Lyssara rested against the pillows, long white hair spilling across the dark fabric like fresh snowfall. One leg crossed over the other as she studied him — calm, patient, predatory.
Waiting.
"You are still there," she observed.
"...I noticed."
"You require rest."
"I ...
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