Prince's Master

Eridan glared at him, his heart pounding with rage. “Screw you, Master,” he

said with relish and enjoyed the way Castien’s cold eyes narrowed a little.

“I see you are in a mood,” he said.

“I find that I dislike living in a world where you do not remember me.” Something rueful and self-deprecating appeared in his telepathic presence. “Apparently, I am that selfish. I need you to need me.

Therefore, calling your… love for me unrequited is not accurate. It is very much requited.”

The view was awe-inspiring, the setting sun coloring the clouds and the sea golden and pink.