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That was the day he vowed that he'll have the princess as his slave one day.

"Oh...Colder...." She sounded sad and sleepy. Her voice dragged him out of the bitter memory.

"Are you cold?" He groaned in a hard voice.

"Your eyes....they got colder...." She swallowed, "...filled with so much hate."

He can't bear to stare at her face for long because no matter how he tries....he must still see her. Cone's daughter. "I hate you, Danika."

Her lips twitched and she blinked ever so slowly. "I know...My King."

He looked away.

She placed a hand on his chest. "There are scars here too... Internal scars. Here....they seem bigger there...in your heart."

"They are."

"Can they....ever heal?"