King Zavian had lived a life that was too long, he had seen many things, felt so many emotions that over time they had all become insignificant and underwhelming.
Years passed like hours, days as decades and centuries in the blink of an eye.
And when he heard the reason why Davina was lying unconscious in her chamber, all those years, decades and centuries crumbled into nothingness.
His life was worthless, he had lived too long. Davina had just started her journey, and because of him she had made a decision that left her in a vegetative state.
All for what? To save him? A living dead who himself did not value his life? Who did not care if he saw the next morning sunshine or heave a sigh at the end of a long day?
King Zavian had already understood that Davina was potentially the m
