That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 202: A low chuckle rumbled in Daemonikai's chest. "As if I ever would, Grand Lord Vladya."

Emotion swelled in Vladya's chest, threatening to spill over. "Thank you, Grand King Daemonikai, thank you for coming back."

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 sharp, filled with seriousness. Vladya began to suspect that Daemonikai 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 I 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," Daemonikai 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 were simply too dangerous. The grand king was an anomaly, and no one was ready to let go.

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

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

Vladya reached the door, then paused, turning back.

"Daemon?"

He looked up.

"I'm sorry about your family. I know it won't ease your pain, but…" He trailed off, shaking his head. Daemonikai swallowed tightly.

"I'm sorry about Tiara, too."

Vladya nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "Thank you for not dying on me." With that, he turned and left the chamber.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Alone, Daemonikai gazed up at the sky, watching the luminous quarter moon casting an ethereal glow upon the land. He lost himself in the endless expanse above, counting the stars in a futile attempt to escape the whispers of memories.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he could not silence them. Images surfaced with painful clarity, their faces etched deeply 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 their closet. Daemonikai would need to change the royal residence. Everywhere he looked, he was reminded of her. Everywhere.

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