That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 167: "Perhaps," Vladya had conceded, reluctantly.

"This is better. Better for him, at least. He would not have to face the reality of all he has lost, Vlad. He lost so much. So much."

Vladya's eyes followed the expanse of the blackened sky, coming out of the memory. The faint stars were barely visible. Maybe Ottai was right. It would be unfair for Daemonikai to return to a life of misery. How could any male survive the loss of his bondmate and offspring?

Vladya had only lost his bondmate, and yet he was shattered. He and Tiara had not even sealed the bond in finality or shared a life together. He could not begin to fathom the depths of Daemon's anguish, a bond severed after almost four thousand years. A sharp rap on the door broke the silence, and Merilyn entered with a respectful bow. "My Lord."

"What brings you here, Merry? I do not need to bloodfeed." Vladya's voice was a low rumble, his gaze fixed on the flickering lamplight.

Merilyn settled onto a plush cushion, her eyes searching his face. "I know. But you needed a friend, dear Vlad. Henry told me everything." Her voice was soft, filled with a warmth that Vladya rarely allowed himself to feel.

"Whatever you are planning, do not do it."

"I am not planning anything."

"I know you, master. You may deceive the world, but not me. I am certain that you are thinking of ways to prevent them from killing the beast."

Vladya rubbed his temples. A headache pounded his skull relentlessly like a locksmith. "I am not. Like everyone else, I too believe it is time for Daemon to find peace."

Merilyn snorted, but did not press the issue. She proceeded to share the details of her day, her household, and the upcoming arrival of her baby. Her face lit up as she spoke about the baby, and truthfully, Vladya felt a glimmer of comfort hearing her talk about it. Not much, but it was something.

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It was Merry's way of trying to distract and cheer him up. And because he liked Merry, for a fleeting moment, it worked. He engaged with her, listening to her tales of mundane joys and worries.

As she prepared to leave, she turned back to him, her eyes filled with concern. "Please, do not do it. Whatever it is you are thinking. My Beloved saw what happened in court today-and that was only because he knows about your mental state, so he recognized the signs when others did not. He said you had a beastflare. One that you struggled to control."

"I did not struggle to control it; I simply chose not to. There is a difference."

"Oh, Vlad. Please take care of yourself. I am greatly concerned for you. If there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to ask," she pleaded.

"I do need something. Send a maid to me when you leave. It does not matter which one."

"A maid, you say?" Merilyn scrutinized him. "With the headache you are nursing, do you truly believe a random female will meet your needs tonight?"

"A random female has always met my needs, Merilyn. It is not as if I have anyone I am emotionally connected with, right?" His gaze bore into hers.

Merilyn's face paled, guilt and pain warring in her eyes. "Forgive me, Vlad. I did not mean it that way. I would be the last person on earth to speak so carelessly about your deceased bondmate."

Vladya sighed. "I know. Go home to Henry, Merilyn."

"What about Aekeira? Surely, she would-"

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