Chapter 245. ANARIEVETA 1.

　　***ELEVEN YEARS AGO*** 　　He was half-dead. Again. 　　He can almost see himself drifting away, moving right out of this body that has become the embodiment of pain. He can almost see himself floating... 　　Maybe, it wasn't such a bad thing. Whoever said that he wants to keep living? 　　He'd been beaten. Starved. Mocked. King Cone stood by the corner while they used him as a playing ground. His laughter and snickers of enjoyment alone, causes prince Lucien's heart to rage. 　　His manly parts alone they started a brand new hell fire right there. The burns...the pain...coming from that part of him, will be the death of him. 　　But, who will save his people while he's gone? Who will protect Declan...? Vetta...? Baski...? Chad...? Remeta...? 　　He is so tired. He is just so tired. 　　"Look who's staggering her way in again." Coza's voice rose in the air, "It's the whóre slave, My Lord." 　　"One of his shadows." Cardel, another head trainer groaned, amusingly, "I wonder what she is doing h