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

Chapter 474: Aekeira wanted more of him. Her heart was greedy for it-yearning, aching to hold on to the male he was becoming.

"Are you alright?" he asked suddenly, sensing her hesitations.

The quiet concern in his tone startled her, and when she looked at him, his eyes were studying her with the same attentiveness that had begun to undo her.

She forced a smile, her worry fading like mist under the warmth of the sun. Deep down, she knew it didn't matter. No matter which side of him re-emerged when they returned to Blackstone, Aekeira would still love him, no matter what. "I'm fine, Highness," she said.

His expression tightened slightly, and for a moment, she thought she had said something wrong. Then, his tone grew firm and resolute. "Vladya."

"Huh?"

"Call me by my name, Aekeira," he asserted. "Not Lord Vladya. Not my lord. Not Your Highness. Just my name."

Her eyes widened, and a blush crept up her cheeks. "B-but… it's not proper."

He leaned closer, his voice soft but no less commanding. "We're alone here. Go ahead."

"Vladya…" she breathed, tasting the word. It felt strange on her tongue-foreign and intimate-but there was something right about it, too. Her voice softened further. "Vlad."

Lust and possessiveness flared in his eyes. "My name sounds beautiful coming from your mouth," he murmured, his voice husky. "When we are alone, I want you to address me that way, Aekeira. I want to hear more of it."

"Alright… Vlad," she agreed, her heart fluttering.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Did you know my symptoms have lessened since your return?"

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Aekeira's eyes widened in shock. "They have?"

"Mmm," he confirmed with a small nod. "I've lived with this affliction for over three years, and I can assure you- they have. It surprises even me."

He leaned back slightly, thoughtful. "Is it the joy of your return? These… new feelings I'm experiencing? Or simply your presence? I don't know the reason," he admitted, his voice dropping to a rare softness. "But I can feel it, Aekeira. The madness is still there… but it's not progressing. I feel better than I have in years."

A pause. "I haven't heard the voices in weeks."

Her breath hitched, and her eyes stung. Oh, Aekeira, you're such a crybaby, aren't you?

But what else could she do? Every time he shared a piece of himself with her, every raw, vulnerable word, it unraveled her.

How she had lived without this, without him, for two long years, she would never know.

"So, yes, Aekeira," her grand lord added with resolve. "Let's go back home."

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

By the time Grand King Daemonikai finished with the market and guild records, the last light of day had faded, and the cool cloak of night spilled through the open window. Glancing over at his helper, he paused.

She was fast asleep.

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