Chapter 23. Being Back

Being kept in a dungeon was not something I'd want to experience ever again. Being away from Armand felt worse than staying in the filthy place and being treated as their slave. The only thing that made me survive the ordeal was imagining that Armand would come and save me.

I was a demon, I was a harem slave. But still, I hoped. I managed to heal myself after every encounter. I didn't stay long as their captive, I have my king to thank for that.

I had my doubts, but when he came, I owe him my life. I loved him, and now I feel like I was falling deeper in love with him, there was no depth when it comes to my love for King Armand.

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"I'm better," I was not. "I was worried about you when you didn't come." I was terrified of losing him. There was no point in me coming back if he was not going to be here.

When Osirus took me from Armand's arms I knew something bad had happened to him. But I was too weak to notice.