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Slowly, Amelia began to stir, her eyes fluttering open. The birds were already chirping outside, the sun was bright in the sky.

She could boldly say it was the first night in many that she has had a good night rest. Staying beside one's mate would do just that.

She looked around the strange room she woke up in and realized it was Ethan's.

"Ha!" She gasped, peering down at him, her heart bustling with love, their mate bond strengthening with each gaze.

Silent tears ran down her face as her brain remembered all the good times they had in that room.

When they would simply lay on the bed and talk for hours unending, discussing about relevant and irrelevant things.

"I am your Queen." She would say in pretence and Ethan would play along.

"And I am your King." Sealing their words with many kisses that might lead to hours of sweet love making.

Deep, sensually and attentively, Ethan would see to her sexual needs.

"Faster." Her wishes was always his command.

"Harder." She wouldn't need to tell