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

Chapter 466: He was asking her for help? Wanted to work with her?

Emeriel absolutely hated the way her damn heart somersaulted.

Nor did she appreciate the way her wandering eyes noted every trace of exhaustion on his striking face, every line of fatigue.

"But surely there are others who could assist you with this?" Her voice, surprisingly steady, might just be her best trait. It amazed her how neutral it remained. "I don't think you need me for this." Sadness flickered in his eyes. Not the new kind he gave whenever she turned down his offers, but the old kind. The one she had rarely seen since her return, but that had been his constant companion two years ago.

"My late bondmate used to help when the workload became too much," he admitted quietly. "Or my first son."

A small smile touched his lips. "You could never get my youngest to sit still for this sort of work."

It took considerable effort for her to keep her legs rooted to the spot. They longed to close the distance between them.

Her instincts, just like her traitorous body, were her greatest enemy.

"Alvin would sit with a quill for one minute," his gaze turned distant. "And the next, he'd be in his chambers, napping. Or chasing the nearest skirt."

King Daemonikai's eyes refocused. "So, Princess Emeriel," he said gently, "Do you think you could help me get some of this work done?"

He was letting her in. First, he spoke of his loss-the same one he'd once told her was too painful to even speak of. Now, he was inviting her to share his burden, to work alongside him.

Emeriel's racing heart soared. The need to soothe him clawed at her, leaving red, angry marks all over her skin.

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With a deep breath, she surrendered.

Her body moved before her mind could catch up, eating up the gap between them, pulling her to him.

She found herself standing behind his desk, and he swiveled in his chair to face her.

Emeriel spread her arms, whispering, "May I?"

"Please."

Stepping between his legs, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling his head against her bosom.

"It would be my pleasure to help, Your Grace," she murmured against him, stroking his hair with the gentlest touch.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

The pain in Grand King Daemonikai's chest softened as Emeriel held him close. His cheek rested against her blossom, and her hand moved in a calming, soothing rhythm over his head.

Never had he imagined a day would come when he would willingly revisit their memories. The pain of remembering had been too great, so, ever since recovering from his feral state, Daemonikai had spent years suppressing those memories as best as he could. But if he wanted Emeriel to give them a chance, he needed to do the same-no matter how much it hurt.

The guilt no longer had a stronghold on his heart, but every now and then, the grief would return.

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