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

Chapter 532: "Two years ago, I didn't know how to move forward after losing everything," he said, his voice low and husky. "I didn't want to move forward. I thought the pain and misery I felt couldn't get any worse, that I had hit the bottom of the abyss."

His eyes, filled with deep sadness, held hers captive as he brushed away a stray tear from her cheek. "But then I lost you, and the worst truly came."

Emeriel's breath hitched, and tears spilled down her cheeks faster. "I tried to forget you, but it was impossible. I didn't realize you were the thread holding me together all along, keeping me from falling apart. And when that thread was cut… I had no anchor."

His hand gently cupped her neck. "Do you know how many times I wanted to come to you? How many times I had to talk myself out of it?" "Really?" she breathed, her voice catching in her throat.

"I should have chosen you over the damn guilt," he confessed, his voice laced with regret. "And when I went to the great mountains, I should have made the damn crossing."

"You were really going to come get me?" Her lower lip wobbled. "You went to the great mountains?"

He nodded curtly. "You said I never knew you enough to feel more than guilt and pity, but I actually do, Emeriel."

"You know Galilea," she said sadly. "I may be her, but she is not all of me, Your Grace. Most of the time, I had to hide who I truly was, just to survive."

He shook his head. "I don't mean Galilea. I mean the Emeriel who was there for me when I was feral." He gently wiped away another tear. "The one who saved my life."

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The air rushed out of her lungs, and she took a step back, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You remember?"

"Everything," he revealed. "The good, the bad, the ugly. I remember all the sacrifices you made, even when I was undeserving of them."

"You really remember when it was just the beast and me?" She felt joy and relief. He finally has all the memories we shared in the beginning.

"Yes. I apologize for not remembering sooner." A shadow fell over his eyes, and he took a deep breath. "The more I tried to pretend that I was okay, that I wasn't missing you, the more I shut down. Coupled with everything else, my soul began to wither. I was ready to use death as an escape. But when I got to the other side…" He paused, eyes softening. "Evie opened my eyes to the truth. She made…"

"Hold on. You met your dead bondmate?" Emeriel's brow furrowed in confusion.

He nodded, his voice soft. "Apparently, when a soul wanders into the other side, their departed loved ones can feel their presence. She talked some sense into me. Made me see things clearly, forcing me to admit every single thing I wanted to remain blind to."

"She spoke in favor of us?" Emeriel couldn't comprehend it. It must have been so hard for her. "She must have been a remarkable woman. Not everyone would do that."

Taking Emeriel's hand, King Daemonikai brought it to his lips, kissing each finger one by one. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine.

"She was. And she helped me come to terms with many things, one of which is that I want to be with you, Emeriel." The conviction in his voice was unmistakable. "I wish to learn how to be better, how to take care of you the way you deserve. All I need from you is a chance to make this work."

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