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

Chapter 442: Vladya enjoyed listening to her.

It was almost unbelievable how much he enjoyed everything about Aekeira.

He used to think things wouldn't feel the same, with his sexual urges dulled. After all, if there was one thing he had always been certain of, it was his great lust for her.

She had always sparked his desire. Always made him hungry. Just the sight of her was enough to set Vladya off, to make him want to mount her. He thought that with those senses muted, something vital would be lost.

But it wasn't.

Different, yes, but somehow… better.

In the past week, Vladya had come to know Aekeira in ways he never had before.

He now knew that she loved to knit, even though she wasn't particularly good at it. Unlike her sister Emeriel, she wasn't skilled in combat. Aekeira had a hearty appetite when excited, and sullen eating habits when moody.

He learned that when something made her truly happy, she laughed so hard she giggled-a sound that embarrassed her to no end.

"It's so unladylike," she'd said once, her cheeks warm. "My governess would have been furious if she'd ever heard it."

But Vladya loved that laugh.

It was open, free, and it carried with it a joy that lit up everything around her.

He had only heard her laugh like that once, when she'd recounted a story about the mischief she and Emeriel had gotten into as children. The sound of that unrestrained laughter, followed by a sweet giggle, had imprinted on him. Vladya hoped to hear more of it in the future.

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He didn't need the sexual lust to feel drawn to her. In many ways, this bond they were building was more meaningful. He was learning who she was, piece by piece, and every new discovery made him feel… more.

"Are you alright?" Aekeira's voice broke through his reverie, concern bringing her close to his side. "Do we need to go?"

Her subtle way of asking: Is it the madness? Is your beast about to flare?

Or worse?

"No, I am fine." And surprisingly, Vladya was.

For a male who had experienced more bad days than good over the years, he had only encountered one such day since Aekeira's return.

The madness, the dark whispers that urged him to hurt, to kill, to rampage, had quieted.

Even his beast, ever restless and ready to strike, had fallen silent.

A relieved smile appeared on Aekeira's lips. "When we get back, I'll give you the herbal drink I made. I heard it helps calm the mind."

"Heard," Vladya's lips twitched. Most likely, Faiwick had drilled it into her. "Alright."

"Come, let's go up the hill." She took his hand-the paw one-her excitement infectious. "I want to see what's beyond it."

Vladya knew what was beyond it: a serene lake.

But he kept his silence, allowing her to lead him. He was beginning to realize how much he enjoyed living in Aekeira's world, experiencing the wonder and excitement anew.

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