Slave To The Fang

25, Reckless

Kyryaan's POV

And maybe we were meant to go crazy again and again before we finally attain a semblance of sanity.

Life comes at you unexpectedly. Life throws scenes, twists and turns at times you would least expect. And through all that chaos, life gives you everything you've always wanted and you don't even realize it till the day it finally occurs to you that you are not found wanting anymore.

The past two weeks had been busy ones for me.

Gale consumed my every thought. When I woke up, I thought of her, when I attended meeting with my council, I thought of her. When I had another tense talk with Lady Karayan, I imagined how Gale would have reacted to it. When I waited patiently for news from the East to no avail right up to the point where I started thinking my spy was dead, I imagines the color of her eyes, those deep browns that I would have done anything to dive in and never come back up for air.

She was a growing obsession and after two weeks you would expect that she would be sought out by me but I didn't. It was strange. I had a single memory of her and instead of finding her and trying to make more, I clung to the perfection of that one memory and went crazy over it again and again.

People had a way of disappointing you especially if you have lived for as long as I did. I believe a part of me feared that if I were to meet her again, she would disappoint me just like everyone else and that high...that strange but welcome high that I felt for this past week would disappear again.

The thing with depression was depressed people were comfortable with being depressed. But now, just from one meeting, I had felt a high...it was like running naked through a flowery field on a sunny afternoon and letting the wind run past you. It was like laughing and playing again with reckless abandon as if one were a child with no worries at all in the world. For two weeks...I had felt.

But I was afraid. Ha! Funny isn't it? Kyryaan Kyle von Lukeberg, second born son of the great El Diavolul and Lady Patricia, Lord over the southern regions, a formidable ruler who had reduced armies to dust and conquered thousands of enemies across thousands of generations and yet, I was afraid to meet a girl but she made me feel again.

It was more of I was afraid I was stop feeling after se disappointed me rather than I was afraid of her per se. I wasn't still sure of what to make of her.

Lord Mba and I had been on several secret missions to see some people and Lady Karayan and I had been doing our normal regular ruling. She was back to normal but there was something different in the mansion. In the territory. Something powerful and fearful. It felt like something was about to happen and we were all going to bear witness for it.

The strain was getting too much though. Being Lord, waiting for news, trying to reject the foreboding feeling in the air and at the same time, trying to hold myself from unearthing everything I could about Gale.

Every time Lady Karayan smiled, I was tempted to ask her about her new slave. Even when she came and offered herself again after years to adorn my bed and I denied her again, I was tempted to inquire about Gale. I could have as well found out every single piece of information about Gale but I didn't want people to think I was interested in her. They might think she was a weakness to me.

The strain was consuming. Which is why for the first time in two centuries, after I gave up on my piano, I sought it out that night.

It felt like fate was pulling me there. Like I was supposed to be there. The emotions warred in me and I sought out one of the few things that I used to love...till just like most others I didn't.

It was one of those rush out of bed moments where you leave your bed in the middle of the night without purpose but you rush off in one direction, no explanations needed because you feel like that is where you should be.