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-Amber- The king hadn’t lied to me. Although the couch was firm and uncomfortable, it wasn’t the worst place I’d ever slept. I’d once rested in an alley to escape the sun. As I stretched, my back cracked with satisfaction. Despite the discomfort, I had slept deeply and felt strangely refreshed. When was the last time I’d felt this rested? It had been too long. I looked around the room and saw a neat stack of clean clothes on the couch nearby. I quickly grabbed the dark purple blouse, black jeans, matching underwear, and a new pair of sneakers. Rushing to the bathroom, I showered, changed, and braided my hair, using no hair tie for now. When I left the bathroom, I thought I was alone, but then I noticed the king had returned. Dressed in a dark gray shirt and black pants, he looked every