~ He looked at her and realized... he was forever hers. To command... to sway... to conquer. He was hers and that is that." ~
Daisuke dreamed of a time when he was yet to be born. A hundred years from before he was even conceived.
He dreamed of a love so great it drives a monarch to insanity. Of a loss so profound it refuses to get buried in a grave.
And then he woke. And as he opened his eyes to the girl whom he thought was nothing but a stranger... he finally understood.
The dream was more than a nightmare. It had been true. It still is.
A smile appeared on his face, one he could not simply stop. "Maru, I finally found you."
Maru's eyes widened in shock. No, she was overreacting, she tried to convince herself. There is no way Daisuke and the mad king are the same. Daisuke was his descendant and that is all.
"You have been asleep for a few hours. I tried to ease your suffering with whatever little magic I have," Maru tried to explain.
