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

Chapter 506: PRINCESS AEKERIA

She stepped into her chamber and paused, her gaze drawn to the male standing by the window.

Bathed in the moonlight, he was a vision of power and authority, dressed in full regalia with his hands clasped behind his back, staring into the night.

Aekeira's stomach fluttered. He was so devastatingly handsome it made her chest ache. The scar across his cheek only added to his rugged appeal. Seeing him now, he didn't look like the simple Vladya from the caves who had smiled so easily and let his walls down enough to let her in. With the heavy cloaks, he looked like Grand Lord Vladya.

The ruler with immense authority. The one whose scowls and sharp tone could cut through steel.

"What do I do? Where do I stand with him now?"

Uncertain, Aekeira fidgeted, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"You know I can smell you, right?"

Her eyes snapped up, startled. His head turned slightly, glancing at her over his shoulder.

"I can never sneak up on you, Your Highness, can I?" Aekeira asked, remembering two years ago when he'd said those very words to her. His lips curved into a subtle smile, and just like that, her tension eased.

His amusement, no matter how faint, undid her every time.

"Good evening, Your Highness," she greeted with a curtsy.

"A nice evening indeed." He sighed. "Lose the formalities and come here, Aekeira."

Her feet moved at the gentle order before her mind could catch up. Crossing the room, she walked to him.

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He reached for her, pulling her forward while stepping back to make room for her until she was wrapped securely in the cocoon of his arms. The night breeze floated through the open window, cool and soothing against her flushed skin, but it was his warmth-his breath on her cheek, his presence surrounding her-that made her shiver.

"You seem tense," his tone was a lazy drawl.

"I don't know what to expect," Aekeira admitted.

"Relax, young princess. I don't bite." His tone dipped into a guttural growl. "Unless you want me to."

Flushing red, she tilted her neck to the side, his nose brushing against her skin as he nuzzled her lightly.

"How did the ritual go?" she asked, her voice unsteady.

"It went well. Long and exhausting, as always. We can only hope it yields fruit." He exhaled deeply, his breath warm against her skin. "Hades, you smell incredible," he murmured under his breath. "It's like coming home."

Aekeira's heart skipped. This male… Does he know how effortlessly he says all the right things? Everything a woman dreams of hearing?

"Is the night sky as beautiful in the human world as it is here?" he asked, eyes drifting back to the stars.

"Y-yes," she managed, her voice raspier than intended.

She was so aware of him. Every nerve heightened and alive, it felt as though the rest of the world ceased to exist.

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