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."

dying on me." With that, he turned and left

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

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him, suffocating him

had not been entirely truthful with

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

again, but the memory of

a heavy sigh, he turned away from the window, footsteps soft as he made

come.

by in a restless

did not mind. He would rather remain

their sake, he

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

passed, yet Zaiper remained trapped in

shell. It was as if some invisible puppeteer pulled his strings, leaving him to stumble

others when Daemonikai had risen. He hoped his smile had appeared

had escorted Daemonikai from the arena to the fortress, Zaiper hoped his trembling knees and bloodshot eyes had/ gone unnoticed. He could not recall the last time he had felt such profound anguish, such raw pain.

plotting. That was the plan.

had he survived? How had he escaped the clutches of feral

Lord," a hesitant

his torment.

Zaiper growled, his head

a soft click, leaving him

of confusion and anger. Nothing made sense anymore. Absolutely nothing. He should have struck sooner. Should

had been for nothing.

welled in his eyes, hot and

echoing