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

Chapter 200: A terrifying realization dawned on her: if this was just a fraction of his pain, how could King Daemonikai possibly bear the full weight of it?

Hours ago, Emeriel had been awake when news of King Daemonikai's awakening had spread like wildfire.

The sheer happiness that had coursed through her was unimaginable. Emeriel had smiled like a happy drunk as Aekeira hugged her, and she had carried that same joy back to bed.

But now… Another sorrowful roar ripped through the air, sending a fresh wave of misery through Emeriel.

"Oh, heavens," she sobbed, clutching her chest.

Would it always be like this?

Would she always feel King Daemonikai's sorrow?

GRAND LORD VLADYA

The door creaked open, and Grand Lord Vladya entered the chamber. Daemonikai did not turn, his back still facing the room, but Vladya didn't need him to.

He crossed the space with silent steps, taking his place beside his oldest friend at the window.

Waves of sorrow and despair radiated from Daemonikai, grief hanging in the air.

How does one comfort a male who has awakened to the loss of everything he held dear?

Vladya had no answers, so he simply stood in silence.

"Why did you bring me back?" Daemonikai's voice was a low rasp. "You shouldn't have."

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"You had no right to leave," Vladya stated casually, his gaze fixed on the moonlit field below.

Daemonikai whipped around, his eyes blazing. "What the hell, Vladya?"

"You had no right to leave like that!" Vladya's voice rose, the words torn from him in a torrent of pent-up emotion. "No right to run away. To hide. What happened to 'we are in this together?' You always told me that. What happened to 'I will always be here?'"

Rage ignited in Daemonikai's eyes, a green fire fueled by grief. He shoved Vladya hard, sending him sprawling across the room in a tangle of limbs.

"I lost my entire family, you heartless bastard! Evie, Myka, Alvin… they're all gone."

Vladya rose with fluid grace. "Then deal with it! That's what you do. You don't run and hide. You face the goddamn pain." His own voice shook with barely restrained fury. "I know it's not easy. I know what it feels like. And the worst part? It does not end." He stated bluntly.

"Every morning, you wake up and look for them… for a split second, before reality slams into you that they're gone forever. You'll want to drown yourself in the nearest river. You will hate everyone, everything. And when you smile for your people, it'll feel like a mask. A hollow mockery. Because inside, you're torn apart. Broken. Shattered into pieces."

He closed the distance between them, their noses almost touching. Daemonikai was only a few inches taller. "It. Does. Not. Get. Better. There is no magical solution. Living will feel like hell. But guess what? Living is the only option we have. Especially you, Daemonikai. Our people needed you. I needed you. You had five hundred years to wallow in blankness and blissful emptiness. Now, it's time to come back and face the wreckage. We all need you."

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