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King Lucien tried to lay down his pounding head and go to sleep, but sleep remained so far from him. He isn't surprised, but still he tried.

When he finally slept, his dreams were the usual nightmares. The memories of Declan play themselves one after another in his head.

He woke up sweating profusely and breathing hardly. It's the middle of the night and silence already descended everywhere.

Memories of Declan do not hesitate to break him down. Will a day every come when he will remember his believed cousin without such intense pain gripping his chest?

Declan never deserved that kind of horrible death. He does not deserve it at all.

A pounding headache nagged him. He got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

He has no destination in mind, but his legs carried him towards Danik