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

Chapter 387: "I'll go find her."

After searching all the usual places, Aekeira finally found Emeriel in Prince Daviel's garden. She had avoided searching there, making it her last resort. Emeriel usually stayed away from this place.

Hands crossed, her sister stood motionless before the meadows, eyes watching the twinkling stars above. The night was beautiful, glowing softly, but Aekeira knew it was never truly safe.

Stepping up beside Emeriel, Aekeira turned her eyes to the sky as well. "We are not being married off," she said at last, breaking the silence.

"Orestus will put a stop to it. I'd say we're safe for another six months, Em."

"Don't call me that," Emeriel mumbled, her gaze never leaving the stars.

Aekeira ignored that. Her eyes followed her sister's line of sight, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

"Do you think they are alright?"

Emeriel didn't pretend not to understand who she meant. She remained silent.

"I can't help it sometimes," Aekeira admitted. "Has he gone feral? Is he doing better? Has the darkness consumed him yet?" A pause. "Does he think of me?"

The longing rose again, approaching like a forceful tide, hell-bent on sweeping her away.

She fought to keep it from spilling into her words. "Sometimes, I fight for hours on end not to think of him."

"Are we talking about them?" Emeriel asked, coolly. "We agreed not to."

"Maybe it's time we did."

"I don't think so," her sister stated firmly, her face devoid of emotion. "It's best not to."

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They never did, not anymore.

Aekeira swallowed the lump in her throat. It was a double-edged sword really, because forgetting helped her move on… but at the same time, she yearned to reminisce.

It was the only way she could feel alive again. To remember what it had once felt like to truly live.

For Emeriel, it was easier to block it all out.

In the beginning, Aekeira had almost lost her. The Soulbond had been so terrifying that she had watched helplessly as it tore Emeriel apart. The pain of being separated from her beloved had pushed Emeriel to the brink of madness.

She didn't eat for days, barely slept, and spent most of her time in tears.

When she wasn't crying, she would fall into a hollow, distant state, staring into nothing for hours-sometimes days-on end, barely leaving her bed.

Those were dark times. Dark, dark times.

Aekeira shuddered at the memory of the worst of it. The time Emeriel disappeared.

King Orestus had turned the entire kingdom upside down looking for her. They found her two days later at the Great Mountains, the natural border that separated their lands from the Urekai territories.

That place had almost swallowed her whole. By the time they reached her, she was dehydrated, unconscious, and almost dead.

That had been two years ago. Since then, Emeriel had gone… numb.

As time passed, she stopped crying over him, stopped asking for him, stopped letting the memories claw at her. The more she ate and ventured outside, the more she buried the grand king and everything Urekai.

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