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

Chapter 450: Silence settled between them.

"It's all in the past," Emeriel said at last, her voice raspy.

She couldn't believe how emotional his words made her. How fulfilling it was to hear this. "I hold nothing against you. Just… treat them right."

"Always," he vowed. "I would die for them." "That's all I ask," she said softly. "I will take my leave now."

The soldier straightened, then bent into a deep bow. "Your Majesty."

Stepping out into the corridor, Emeriel was finally able to breathe freely again. The cool air kissed her face, but a bittersweet ache lingered in her.

How nice would it be to be looked at like that, with such love and devotion? she thought wistfully.

Pushing those unwelcome feelings aside, Emeriel continued on her way, the soldiers trailing behind her.

As she entered Ravenshadow, the fortress buzzed with energy, the atmosphere lighter than she had seen it since her return. The people were lively, and conversations were animated.

"Did you hear?" Emeriel overheard one Urekai excitedly telling another.

"The king will appear in court today!"

"For the first time in fifteen months!" one Urekai exclaimed.

"I bet the Vampire of Greyrock isn't pleased."

"Is he ever?" another scoffed.

"I'm just glad the grand king is back. I hate Lord Zaiper with a passion."

"Oh! It's the grand king!" a voice cried out.

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Emeriel whirled around. The crowd was already gathering, joyous exclamations rippling through them.

Hoofbeats sounded in the distance, and soon, a procession of soldiers and high lords appeared, the banners of the Urekai fluttering in the breeze.

And then she saw him.

The grand king rode in the middle. As always, he stood out, commanding and regal. Emeriel had grown used to seeing him in simple undershirts during his illness, but now, his powerful bearing was fully restored.

Clad in his full grand king attire-a richly decorated white robe that glistened in the sunlight-he looked larger than life.

He smiled at his people, waving in response to their cheers. Some he leaned down to ruffle their hair, others he greeted with a gentle kiss to their offered hands.

As he moved forward, the crowd parted willingly, creating a path that led directly toward…

You are in his way. Step aside.

As the thought struck her, Emeriel moved to the side, creating space for him to pass. Dipping her head slightly, she hoped to blend into the crowd.

But instead of passing by, his entourage came to a halt before her. The troops stopped, and Grand King Daemonikai dismounted.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, with all eyes on him, he strode to her.

Stopping in front of her, his eyes locked onto hers. Time slowed.

The murmur of the crowd faded into a distant hum.

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