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

Chapter 371: Daemonikai stood. "I will give you time to think about it. Let me know your decision later."

Without another word, the grand king left the room, and Vladya was alone.

The next evening, Vladya waited, trying to suppress the strain inside him as Daemonikai and the others participated in the clan's monthly hunt. While the Frostfall people celebrated their success with feasting and drinking, their leader had quietly slipped away, retreating into his bedchambers. Vladya followed.

Opening the door, Vladya stepped inside, stopping just past the entrance. Daemonikai was at the center of the room, his eyes already on him, assessing, waiting. Vladya leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw still aching from clenching it all day.

"Let her go too," Vladya said at last.

Daemonikai said nothing, still observing him with that acute gaze of his.

"Are you sure?"

Vladya nodded. "Yes."

"You must care about this girl more than I thought." Daemonikai's eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity flickering. "You, V.D., a selfish bastard who takes whatever he wants, regardless of the consequences, are making a selfless decision?"

That managed to draw a chuckle from Vladya, but it was dry at best. "You know you do not have to do this, right?" The grand king's tone softened. "If you wish for her to stay, she remains."

"It was never going to work," Vladya spoke the words aloud for the first time. "She is human."

Daemonikai shook his head. "Vladya, that girl was willing to be mounted by you the other day while you were half-insane-"

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"No." Vladya gave another shake of his own head. "That's not what I mean. It's not about me hating their kind. She's not Syren, Daemon.

There's no future to this. None at all."

He took a deep breath, trying to release the tight feeling constricting his chest. "Aekeira deserves to be with her sister. I can't keep her here when there's nothing for her."

"Since everything with Gali-Emeriel-came to light, it's got me thinking." His friend moved closer, green eyes searching Vladya's face. "Have you stopped to think that maybe-just maybe-Aekeira might be yours? Maybe your lost soul cannot recognize her, so there's no trigger for her Syren traits. It might be why they are dormant. Have you ever thought of that?"

A bitter smile twisted Vladya's lips. "I have."

"And?"

"And it's just wishful thinking. Nonsensical assumptions," he deadpanned. "What are the chances of two Soulbonds appearing at the same time when there hasn't been one in millennia? Two sisters for two best friends?" Vladya let out another empty chuckle. "None, Daemon. Absolutely none."

Daemonikai looked away, his expression tightening. "She might still be a compatible soul. A bondmate."

"I've gone through countless failed bondings," Vladya said. "In all of them, I was sure the female was mine. I loved them, cherished them, and some, my beast completely adored. Yet, they all failed. With Aekeira… it's different. It's not cheesy, or fluffy like the others. It's dark, all-consuming."

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