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

Chapter 464: The heaviest longing Emeriel had ever known sprang within her. It was so intense that tears stung her eyes once more.

"No, you will not do this to yourself again, Emeriel," she chided aloud. "You must not let your guard down. If you do, just like two years ago, you will be defenseless against the pain. You cannot fall into that hole again."

Her tears dried without falling.

Oh, Emeriel… her inner voice mourned. Give yourself a break. Emeriel rolled onto her side, curling into a fetal position. The grand king was recovering well. Although the bond remained dormant, his soul was beginning to heal.

Perhaps it was time she started preparing to return home.

Two days later.

Emeriel hadn't seen King Daemonikai for two days. That should have been a good thing, right? She craved solitude. To be left alone. Uninterrupted. Undisturbed. So, why did she keep glancing over her shoulder, half-expecting him to appear?

Why did a smile touch her lips every time she recalled his last visit?

I'm pathetic, and I know it.

The grand king had been busy, occupied with matters of state. Especially the long-awaited rain the day before-the first in two years. The entire city had erupted in a festive uproar, alive with celebration. Laughter echoed through the streets, chants and songs filled the air. Urekai of all ages danced and played, their joy infectious.

Standing atop the highest tower, Emeriel looked down at them. The sight was almost surreal.

Since her return and the king's recovery, she had seen a new side of the Urekai. In the past, there had only been hatred and anger. But today, there was warmth, playfulness, even kindness.

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Is this how they were before that disastrous night? Before the massacre that had swept away their loved ones and plunged them into years of suffering?

The thought was sad. Almost painful to contemplate.

According to history, the Urekai had always kept to themselves-peaceful and kind, granting passage to travelers and aiding any species that didn't make enemies of them.

Despite being the strongest species, they didn't wage wars to dominate others, seize lands, or conquer kingdoms. No, that was the way of the vampires. The Urekai focused solely on protecting their own and neutralizing threats.

So why, in all that is both gracious and evil, would their ancestor, King Memphis, think it was a good idea to betray and attack the Urekai? Emeriel found that highly suspicious.

Yes, King Memphis had been a tyrant, but like King Orestus and every other ruler with a modicum of sense, he had been wary of the Urekai. How could he have orchestrated such a bold and devastating attack on a species that even he had feared?

And more importantly, how had he carried it out with startling success? Emeriel had been to the Great Mountains. She had seen why they were considered a legendary boundary that could never be crossed.

The labyrinthine passages, ever-shifting rocks, magical stones that appeared and disappeared at random, dry ground that could suddenly transform into crocodile-infested rivers, and paths that stretched endlessly. She had gotten lost and nearly died there.

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