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

Chapter 528: "That girl is so good for you," Daemonikai said as they pulled apart. "I only watched your interactions briefly, but it told me everything I needed to know. She's changing you in all the right ways. I wish for you to be genuinely happy, Vladya."

"Right back at you." Vladya cleared his throat, his tone hoarse. "I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you and Emeriel. I trust you to wear her down-I want to see you remain this cheerful too. That smile on your face? Everyone in this city wants to see more of it."

Daemonikai huffed a laugh, shaking his head, catching sight of a figure hurrying toward them. Her embroidered green gown swayed with her purposeful strides, the gold threading glinting faintly in the sunlight.

"Isn't that Morina?" Vladya asked, curious. "I rarely see her these days. What's she doing so far from Mabblewood?" "We're about to find out."

Lady Morina approached, offering a graceful bow. "Your Grace," she greeted Daemonikai before turning to Vladya with equal respect. "Your Highness."

"Is everything alright, Morina?" Daemonikai asked. "Are you looking for Ottai? He came out of court with us but disappeared shortly after."

"No, Your Grace." Morina hesitated, looking sorrowful. "I was looking for you. My bondmate sent me here with a message."

The unease in her posture set off warning bells in his mind. "What is the matter?"

"He said he gave his word not to tell you directly, so he asked me to do it instead," Morina said, shifting nervously. "It's about your woman. The princess, she…"

"Emeriel? She was still in my bed when I left for court this afternoon."

Daemonikai's entire body went rigid. "Is she alright? What's going on?"

"She, uh…" Morina's eyes flickered away, her hand twisting in the fabric of her gown. "There really isn't an easy way to say this. She has left for the human lands."

EMERIEL

She stood before the glimmering lake, its calm waters marking the first border leading to the great mountain. But the beauty of her surroundings was lost on her.

Her heart felt heavy, as though a stone had been dropped on her chest, pressing her down.

She had slept deeply, like the dead, only to wake at the first light of evening to an empty bed, the grand king having gone to court.

At first, she had felt lightness in her heart, happiness in her soul. Last night had been amazing. Magical.

But those memories brought the sobering reality of what today was. And with it came the pain.

Now, she stood before the first border, her feet refusing to cross. I made this decision to leave. It was the right choice.

So why does it hurt so much?

"Cross over, Princess," Lord Ottai urged from the far side of the lake, waiting for her. "We need to move quickly if we're to reach the great mountain by nightfall."

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