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

Chapter 533: "Is this… real?" she couldn't help asking, her heart in her throat. "I'm not dreaming?"

"All real, dearling." He stepped even closer, his presence enveloping her. "All real. If I come to your dreams, there will be far less talking and much more touching."

She gave a watery laugh, looking down at their joined hands, a feeling of wonder flooding her. "Your Grace…"

"Daemon," he corrected gently. She looked up at him, her cheeks warming. "I know," she whispered shyly. "It's just… it's going to take time for the name to feel natural. You've always been 'Your Grace,' or 'King Daemonikai,' or 'the Grand King' to me. Even in my mind, that's how I address you. Either all those, or…"

The tips of her ears pinked. "Or… m-my Beloved."

His eyes darkened slightly, a hint of a smile curving his lips. "Always. You may call me that whenever you wish." His voice turned deeper, huskier, as he leaned slightly closer. "Although, last night, I specifically remember someone screaming 'Daemon.' You cried my name so many times, I started to feel like the new god."

The warmth in her cheeks spread down her neck, her entire face heating up. "You… you shouldn't say things like that!" she gasped, her voice rising an octave. "You say the most unconventional things out loud!"

"You really are a pretty prudish little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "And all mine."

The intensity of his claim rocked her. She liked it a lot.

"Yours," she echoed, her heart thumping rapidly. "That is all I ever wanted to be. Yours."

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He pulled her back into his arms, kissing her forehead gently. "You will be that and more. I'm truly sorry about everything, Emeriel."

"I forgive you, and I'm sorry too…" Her heart overflowed with love. She reveled in the warmth of being held by him, safe and secure in his embrace. "I love you so much."

His breath hitched, and his arms tightened slightly around her. "Emeriel… Tartarus, I don't know what an ancient like me did to deserve a treasure like you. I haven't saved a kingdom, nor cured the world's sicknesses. What goodness could I possibly have done to earn you?"

Emeriel glowed from within. She felt cherished, special. I am the lucky one, Daemon. I always will be.

"Come, let's go home," he said, his voice regaining its usual strength. "Hydra Lake has seen enough of us for one day."

Raising his voice slightly, he added, "And Ottai has heard enough for today."

Lord Ottai was listening? Emeriel pulled back, her eyes widening in surprise. She glanced around, searching for the grand lord.

From behind a distant tree, the grand lord stepped out, a sheepish grin on his face. He waved at them awkwardly.

"How dare you listen in on my conversation, Ottai?" the king said, his eyes still on Emeriel.

"I tried not to, Your Grace," he shouted from where he stood, his voice defensive. "But no matter how hard I turned my ears off, I managed to catch a word or two."

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