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

Chapter 493: Here, she could feel his presence even when he was far from the fortress. Here, she felt everything in his heart-not just his pain, but also his happiness. His love.

In this world, her belly was full and rounded, carrying their child. A child who brought even more sunshine into their already radiant world. Her beloved glowed with joy, untouched by the sorrow of grief and loss. Emeriel did not want to wake from this idyllic dream.

If crossing over to the other side brought dreams like these, perhaps she should have crossed long ago.

It was beautiful. It was- "Wake up, Princess. Open your mouth." Madam Livia's voice drifted into her dreams.

Not this again.

"Go away…" she tried to shout, but the words came out as a garbled mumble.

"She's overdue for her medication," the head maid's voice chimed in. "But lately, she locks her jaw tight, refusing any disturbance."

Blessed silence returned.

Emeriel relaxed, grateful. Thank heavens-

A strong, gentle hand caressed her cheek. "Wake up, dearling." Her heart stirred at the familiar voice. What was he doing outside her dreams?

Here, in this fuzzy half-world, he sounded closer… more real.

Fine, perhaps she'd open her eyes for just a moment.

Bright light assaulted her vision.

Nope. Emeriel quickly squeezed her eyes shut.

"Draw the curtains closed, Livia," her beloved ordered.

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"But she needs cool air-"

"Do it," he insisted.

The sound of rustling curtains followed. The room dimmed. Then, the wonderful silence.

Cautiously, she opened her eyes again, one at a time.

Her vision was blurry, but as she blinked, her male's face slowly came into focus.

"Hello, princess," he groaned, his fingers caressing her cheekbones.

Her head felt light and foggy, but this… this was a pleasant dream, too. Emeriel let out a soft, contented sound, nuzzling into his touch.

"That's my good girl," his hand moved to stroke her hair. "Now, you need to drink."

A cup pressed against her lips, and a bitter liquid touched her tongue.

She gagged, turning her head away.

"Bitter," she mumbled. "Don't want it."

"I know, but you must." He leaned closer, his face filling her vision, blocking out the rest of the world.

Emeriel found she didn't mind that at all.

"You're so handsome," she slurred. "But… there's a little error here…" Lifting a hand, she flattened the lines of worry on his forehead, smoothing the frown between his brows. "There, much better. Don't frown so hard."

His gaze was filled with a tenderness that made her feel like the center of his universe.

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