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 the chamber.

upon the land. He lost himself in the endless expanse 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

does one begin to let go of their other half? How does one arn to

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pressed down upon him, suffocating him with its unbearable heaviness,

been entirely

of memory that lingere.

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

away from the window, footsteps soft as

come.

by in a

did not mind. He would rather remain awake than have

their sake, he would

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

remained trapped in a numbing fog of

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

smiling, clapping alongside the others when Daemonikai had risen. He hoped his smile had appeared genuine, that it

knees and bloodshot eyes had/ gone unnoticed. He could not recall the last time he had felt such profound anguish, such raw pain. He clutched his chest, overwhelmed by

meticulous plotting. That was the plan. Tonight was meant to

had he escaped the clutches of feral

a hesitant

his torment.

Zaiper growled,

door opened and closed with a soft

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

for nothing.

welled in his eyes, hot and

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