That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Captive Slave 102

Chapter 102

GRAND LORD VLADYA

"This has never happened before in our history. This... coming back from a feral state. How did I return?" Daemonikai pulled back, his gaze sharpened, filled with seriousness.

Vladya was beginning to suspect he might have an inkling as to why. But he still needed confirmation. "I'm not entirely certain myself. How much do you remember?"

"Very little. The grand king pressed a hand to his forehead, a frown creasing his brow. "It's all... hazy. Like an empty space in my mind, filled with a dense fog. All 1 was aware of was the passage of time." "Nothing else?" Vladya pressed, his lips thinning. "You have no memory of my visits? Not even a flicker of recognition?"

"Nothing." Daemon admitted, "Perhaps it will all return with time I still can't fathom it... to think five hundred years have passed since... His voice trailed off, the pain of his loss evident in his eyes. A tense silence stretched between them.

"What was it like? Being feral?" Vladya asked.

Daemonikai pondered the question. "Numb." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "Blank. It's difficult to describe."

Considering that Vladya was headed down that path, perhaps numbness wouldn't be such a terrible fate. If they let him live long enough to experience it, that is.

Ferals were killed on sight; they are simply too dangerous. The grand king was an anomaly, no one was ready to let go.

"It's late," Vladya announced, breaking the silence. "You need restto recover. I'll take my leave

His friend gave a nod, a weary acceptance in his eyes. "Very well will see you at sunrise,"

Vladya reached the door, then paused, turning back. "Daemon?

He looked up.

"I am sorry about your family. I know it would not ease your pain, but..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

Daemonikai swallowed tightly. "I am sorry about Tiara, too."

for not dying on me." With that, he turned and left

above, counting the stars in a futile attempt to escape the whispers of the memories. Yet, try as he might, he could not silence them. Images surfaced with agonizing clarity, their faces etched in his mind. Though the scent of Evie had long since faded, it made no difference. He was certain her fragrance still clung to the garments hidden away in

arn to live without the one who

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suffocating him

been entirely truthful with

a fragment of memory that lingere. A

would not recognize it if he smelled it again, but the memory of its uniqueness remained. It was not Vidya's scent either. Whose was it?

heavy sigh, he turned away from the window, footsteps soft as he made his way towards the bed. Yet

come.

drifted by in a restless

rather remain awake

people needed him. For their sake, he would find

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

passed, yet Zaiper remained trapped in a numbing fog

if some invisible puppeteer pulled his strings, leaving him to stumble

smiling, clapping alongside the others when Daemonikai had risen. He hoped his smile had appeared genuine, that it looked convincing. That no one

gone unnoticed. He could not recall the last time he had felt such profound anguish, such raw pain. He clutched his chest, overwhelmed

months of meticulous plotting. That was

had he escaped the clutches of

Lord," a hesitant voice intruded

his torment.

Razarr," Zaiper growled, his

with a soft

ahead, his mind a maelstrom of confusion and anger. Nothing made sense anymore. Absolutely nothing. He should have struck sooner. Should have

been for

in his eyes, hot

throat, the sound echoing in the empty chamber as he began