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

Chapter 461: Not just to honor their memory, but to honor his own. He wished to live for them… but also for himself. For Emeriel.

"I refuse to believe I've lost her forever. I will win her back," he said with resolve. "I have no intention of giving up."

"I don't think you've lost her, either. Beneath all those layers of armor is a woman who loves you more than life itself, Your Grace," Ottai said quietly, glancing back at her. "She stayed by your side through it all. Even when the chill of the frostfever became unbearable, she never left. She fought to keep you warm with her own body, despite the danger to her own health."

The grand lord shook his head in remembered disbelief. "Beneath that tough exterior is a girl who is hurting, afraid to extend her love." Daemonikai's eyes followed Emeriel as she approached a slave woman struggling to carry a heavy bucket. Without hesitation, she took the bucket, lifted it, and carried it across the garden. Underneath it all, she's still the same soft-hearted female he once knew as Galilea.

And Daemonikai would reach her.

He would tear down her defenses, one brick after another, until he found that girl again. And this time, he would never let her go.

"And Vladya? What about him?" he asked Ottai.

"Aekeira is with him. She spends most of her days there."

Daemonikai nodded. "She will bring him home."

"I hope so. Blackstone is empty without him."

"She will," Daemonikai said confidently. Now, it was time to go to his woman.

Rising, he climbed the rock. "Wish me luck, Ottai."

Ottai didn't miss a beat. "I absolutely will. Seeing as you're rather terrible at this whole courting thing."

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"Of course I am," Daemonikai threw a glare behind him. "I'm four thousand years out of practice."

The fourth ruler's lips twitched at the corners. "I wish you all the luck in the world."

Daemonikai clapped him on the shoulder, then strode down the hill toward Emeriel.

It was time to try again.

Along the way, Grand King Daemonikai gritted his teeth as yet another well-wisher greeted him.

How was he supposed to sneak up on his woman when everyone kept greeting him?

He noticed the precise moment his princess became aware of his approach.

Pausing her conversation with two slaves, Emeriel's entire body went rigid.

But they were in public, and remembering her impeccable manners as Galilea, Daemonikai knew-hoped-she wouldn't cause a scene. As he drew closer, she turned and offered him the perfect princess greeting, complete with a graceful curtsy.

"Princess Emeriel," he said warmly, taking her hand and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

The contact sent a pleasurable jolt through him. He had to force himself to let go.

"To what do I owe the magnificence that is your visit, Your Grace?" she asked, her tone formal.

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