-{ Chapter 47 }-

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    Soon after my eyes began to droop closed forcing me to fall into a deep and well needed sleep

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    Soon after my eyes began to droop closed forcing me to fall into a deep and well needed sleep.

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    I nuzzled into the warmth of a hard object peacefully sleeping.One arm was slouched over something while my other hung lazily by my side.


     I came to my senses as I realized something was touching my waist. 


     Lazily I opened my eyes attempting to take in my surroundings. It took a few minutes to adjust to the light but the first thing I saw was two large muscular arms wrapped around me.


     I jumped up startled pushing the arms away in shock.


     "Whats wrong?'" Jullian cried out as his eyes shot open.


    I looked up frantically meeting the gaze of Julians sleepy features. His hair was a mess, his jaw perfectly defined and his eyes just barely open. 


    "Whats going on. Julian is that you?" I questioned slowly bringing my hands to my eyes rubbing them groggily.


     "Yeah, it's me. jeez, Kiara dot scares me like that." Julian replied yawning out.


    "Whats going on where are.." I didn't need to finish my sentence. I already knew where I was I was at my apartment suite but why?


     "Never mind, better question what are you doing here? And why does my head hurt so much!" I whined out placing my hand out and on top of my throwing head.


     "King, queen of the annual ball remember?" Julian looked over at me and then pointed his hand over towards the counter table where two crowns laid messily on top.


    "Right.. yeah sorry.." I mumbled out.


   The memories of all the food, cheering, and memories of last night flew through my body forcing the headache to get worse.


     The memory of winning, being with Julian, Vasaya, even meeting my father and his warning continued to replay in my mind like an annoying and catchy song.


     "Be careful on who you trust." My father's voice replied again and again through my mind.

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