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

Chapter 370: "You knew all about this and hid it from me." It was not a question.

Vladya had known this would come sooner or later. "I wished to hide it for as long as possible. That was why I placed her on suppressants," he confessed. "I know I should not have done that, but I could not think of how else to protect you."

"And her."

"And her," Vladya confirmed, shrugging. "I have a soft spot for the girl." "I'm going to let her go."

Vladya nodded. "I already figured that."

"No." His drumming fingers stilled. "I'm going to let her go."

Oh.

Vladya hadn't foreseen that. In fact, he had not even considered it. "From slavery?" he asked, more carefully this time. "From Urai?"

Daemonikai finally lifted his head, meeting his eyes. They didn't physically age, but in that moment, Daemonikai looked…

Every bit his age. His usually immaculate hair was in disarray, as if he'd run his hands through it countless times. His eyes were tired, sad, but filled with resolve. "Yes."

Vladya studied him. "Are you sure?"

Despite Vladya's verbal protests in the past, deep down he knew Emeriel had brought something good into Daemonikai's life. She was helping him heal, whether he admitted it or not.

Daemonikai was not doing as well as everyone believed. He had not taken the loss of his family as gracefully as he made others think, and Vladya, for all his hatred toward fate's cruelty, couldn't deny that Emeriel was a balm to some of that pain. And now, Daemonikai wanted to let her go.

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"I am sure," Daemonikai stated, staring blankly at the wall behind Vladya. "I will start the process today in court. In a few days, it should be ready to go public."

"Alright. If you are sure."

"I was never the only one thrown into this." Daemonikai's hand dragged through his disheveled hair again. "She's barely twenty-one years old, and she's been through hell. That girl has never had a choice, Vladya. She lived her life as a male, was sold into slavery, forced to become a Syren, and then a Soulbond. She has been trapped her entire life."

He shook his head. "I'm going to set her free and send her home. Not just for me… but for her, too. She deserves to live her own life, finally, to make her own choices. I figured you should know."

"Okay… but why? You do not need my approval to make decisions like that. You know I will always support you in court."

"That's not why." Daemonikai paused, letting the silence stretch between them. "It's about her sister."

Vladya's expression smoothed out instantly, becoming unreadable. Oh. "From everything I have heard, those two are inseparable. One is never truly happy without the other. I cannot set one free and leave the other behind," the grand king's voice was quieter now. "I know how much you care for her. Don't deny it-I'm not a fool. You are attracted to her. Aekeira belongs to you."

Vladya opened his mouth to speak, but Daemonikai continued before he could get a word in. "Now, it's up to you. If you want her here, she stays. If not… then let's set them both free."

Quietness fell over the room. Vladya averted his eyes, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on his shoulders.

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