67| To Dance with the King

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It seemed to be a challenge and a half just to open my eyes. A pounding headache made me nauseous and I was so grateful I did not have to go to work. Eventually I turned over on my back and by force opened my eyes and was met with a white ceiling with intricate molding. 

I frowned and wondered why my ceiling looked so fancy until I realized that there was only one person who could have a ceiling that looked expensive enough to buy a small house with. I gasped and sat up as blood rushed to my head. 

With large eye I looked around the room and noticed I was in the Kings room! Yet it looked slightly different, I was sure he forgot to tell me he had redecorated the space. I wanted to believe I was dreaming but his strong scent was in the room that I knew there was no way a dream could feel so real.