  &quot;Stop!&quot; He yelled taking a step back then holding his head with both his hands as if he was in pain.
  &quot;I thought you were dead. Do you know what I went through believing that?&quot; My eyes teared up again. Speaking of it opened up new wounds. &quot;Lucian&hellip;do you really not remember me?&quot; I asked again hoping everytime the answer would be different but he kept shaking his head and backing away from me. &quot;Do you not remember telling me you loved me?&quot;
  &quot;Please stop!&quot; He backed away until he hit the wall behind him.
  &quot;Do you not remember holding me or kissing me?
  He shook his head violently.
  &quot;Do you not remember sleeping next to me while holding me in your arms?&quot;
  &quot;Stop!&quot; He fell on his knees then fisted his hair. &quot;Stop!&quot; His voice trembled as if he was fighting himself.
  &quot;Lucian?&quot; He didn't

  &quot;What is it?&quot;
  &quot;I&hellip;I&hellip;&quot; He tried to catch his breath. &quot;I just saw His highness Lucian. He is alive.&quot;
  .
  &quot;What nonsense are you saying?&quot;
  &quot;I swear Your Highness. I saw him with my two own eyes.&quot; David shook as if remembering what he had seen.
  Fear crept its way slowly into Pierre's heart. Lucian could not be alive. He had made sure that his brother was not breathing before letting the guards take him away.
  &quot;You said you burned him.&quot; Pierre accused.
  &quot;I&hellip;I did.&quot; David said his eyes widening in realization and fear at what he had done. &quot;He will not spare my life.&quot; He said more to himself.
  The horror on David's face was so real that it made Pierre wonder how his brother could have survived all that? Was he really the devil's son?
  He chuckled darkly. That was ridiculous. David mus

  Lucian lay down on the bed holding his chest. What was this pain he was feeling and why couldn't he remember his wife? Everytime he tried to remember his head throbbed so painfully it made his eyes water, until he gave up and went to sleep.
  That night he had a dream, about her, his wife. She was walking around their garden in a beautiful white dress and with the smile of an angel. Walking among the flowers she looked like a flower herself, a white rose, pure and beautiful. Suddenly she turned to him, the smile gone from her face, replace by a look of sadness.
  She reached her hand to toward him. &quot;Don't leave me, Lucian.&quot; Her voice was the saddest sound he had ever heard.
  Lucians hand reached for hers but her fingers slipped through his and suddenly she was falling.
  &quot;No! No!&quot; Lucian woke up his heart pounding inside his chest and sweat dripping from his forehe

&quot;Stop!&quot; He yelled taking a step back then holding his head with both his hands as if he was in pain.
  &quot;I thought you were dead. Do you know what I went through believing that?&quot; My eyes teared up again. Speaking of it opened up new wounds. &quot;Lucian&hellip;do you really not remember me?&quot; I asked again hoping everytime the answer would be different but he kept shaking his head and backing away from me. &quot;Do you not remember telling me you loved me?&quot;
  &quot;Please stop!&quot; He backed away until he hit the wall behind him.
  &quot;Do you not remember holding me or kissing me?
  He shook his head violently.
  &quot;Do you not remember sleeping next to me while holding me in your arms?&quot;
  &quot;Stop!&quot; He fell on his knees then fisted his hair. &quot;Stop!&quot; His voice trembled as if he was fighting himself.
  &quot;Lucian?&quot; He didn't seem well. His body was shaking in a way that reminded me of when he had kissed me for the fir

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