Blackfeather Woods The demons of our past lives

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The scarred woman did not disappoint. Relmyna assuredly confirmed that he was not yet forgotten. Blackfeather Woods had been his kingdom after all, and he expected no less than renown upon his return. While he was not aware of Relmyna's speech condition, he didn't mind her silence. It felt respectful, submissive, despite however little truth there was on that. It made it feel like, after all this time, there was a place of recognition for the dark prince back home.

Still unaware of her presence, Damien was caught off guard when Relmyna summoned the spiderling to her side. His eyes immediately obsessed over her figure, her coloration, the way she looked at him. This was undoubtedly a Melonii, and the color of her eyes was far enough proof of it alone. It took him no time to connect the dots and silently he looked back up at the mother with joy filling his otherwise emotionless eyes. There was no doubt this was Cicero's doing, and despite the history with his brother Damien felt the prospect of a successful continuation of their bloodline renew his hope.

Can I talk to him? asked the Dark prince, referring to Cicero, unaware that the answer to that question could break his cold heart down into a million shards.