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."

clogged again. "Thank you for not dying on me." With that, he turned

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

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weight of his loss pressed down upon him, suffocating

had not been entirely truthful

remembered something, a fragment of memory that lingere. A scent. An

again, but the memory of its uniqueness remained. It was not Vidya's scent either. Whose was it? Was it merely a figment of his

from the window, footsteps soft as he made his way towards the

come.

drifted by in a

would rather remain awake than have nightmares assail him once

For their sake, he

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

passed, yet Zaiper remained trapped in a numbing

It was as if some invisible puppeteer pulled

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

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

months of meticulous plotting. That was

he escaped the clutches

a hesitant voice

his torment.

Razarr," Zaiper growled, his

opened and closed with a soft click, leaving

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

been for

welled in his eyes, hot and

sob escaped his throat, the sound echoing in the empty chamber as