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

Chapter 220: Emeriel pointed to a bed of vibrant blue blossoms. "These are borage flowers, Your Grace. Not only are they beautiful, but they are also known to uplift the spirit. According to folklore, they instill courage and comfort the heart."

Why was she telling him this? Perhaps it was because she hoped that by engaging him, she could prolong their time together.

This was a stolen moment. A precious encounter she had never dared to imagine. In its wickedness, fate had somehow found a way to bring this male to her.

The grand king seemed intrigued. He leaned closer, examining the star-shaped blooms with a curious gaze. "Courage from a flower, you say?" he mused. "That is indeed fascinating. And they are quite pleasing to the eye."

"Yes, indeed," Emeriel agreed, a smile gracing her lips as she led him towards another section of the garden. Rows of lavender stretched out in a soothing purple wave. "And here we have lavender. Its uses are numerous. Aside from its calming fragrance, believed to aid sleep, it is also used in remedies for skin ailments and added to teas for its relaxing properties."

King Daemonikai brushed his fingers against the lavender, releasing its distinctive aroma. "Ah, I am familiar with this one," he said, a shadow passing over his face. "My bondmate was quite fond of its fragrance. We used to keep sachets of dried lavender in our chambers."

Oh… Dangerous ground.

Emeriel bit her lip. "I am sorry for your loss," she whispered.

He said nothing, only walked away from the lavender, his steps measured and deliberate. As they moved deeper into the garden, the silence lingered, heavy with unspoken tension.

"Even the lavender does not help with sleep," he finally spoke again. "Nor do any of the medicinal herbs."

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"You do not sleep well?" Emeriel asked.

"I do not sleep at all," he corrected, his tone flat. "Perhaps it is for the best."

He stopped abruptly, turning to face her. His piercing gaze locked onto hers.

"You asked if I hate humans. The answer is yes. Some days, I feel as though I cannot breathe for the sheer hatred that consumes me towards your kind." He spoke calmly, but his words carried a chilling weight. "I spend countless hours-time I cannot afford to waste-lost in thoughts of vengeance. Visions of retribution. I wonder how I can possibly alleviate this pain. How I can make it even a fraction less unbearable. Should I burn the world down?

Set it ablaze and watch it crumble to ashes?" His head tilted to the side. "I could do it, and I would not feel a shred of remorse."

Emeriel shivered, the hairs on her arms standing on end.

"Some days, I wish I had never returned. I wish I had died that night. Being a survivor is not a blessing when one has lost everything that matters. I am a mess inside, little princess. There is a dark void within me," he stated, placing a hand over his heart. "A void that was created the night they took everything from me in the V Hall. Just one night of weakness every five hundred years… Just one night broke my kingdom, my people, my rulers."

He turned away, casually resuming his walk with that same sophisticated stride. "I suppose I must give credit to the humans," he mused thoughtfully. "They managed to accomplish what countless other species have attempted and failed to do for over five thousand years. They succeeded in breaking me."

Emeriel blinked back tears, her heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

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