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

Chapter 534: He paused, looking even more guilty. "Or ten."

"Ottai," Daemonikai drawled in warning.

"I apologize, Your Grace," Ottai said, his tone far too earnest for it to be genuine.

The Grand King snorted, shaking his head before turning to Emeriel. "Let's go home." She nodded, taking a few steps forward, but faltered when a sharp ache shot through her body. Emeriel winced, trying to mask it, but his watchful gaze caught her discomfort.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Yes, it's… uhmm… that is…" This was difficult. How could she explain that her body ached and she could barely walk right from their passionate night together?

"I-I'm fine," she managed to say.

He arched a brow. "Are you really?"

Before she could answer, his arms slid beneath her knees and back, lifting her with ease.

"It seems someone isn't fully recovered from her… strenuous activity last night?" he teased, his voice dipping just enough to send her cheeks aflame.

"Stop," she hissed, burying her face against his neck. "Lord Ottai can hear."

Daemonikai let out a rich, low laugh. "I know Ottai looks all innocent and noble, but one of these days, you should listen in on Morina during heat. His look is deceiving."

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"Hey! That's not something you say to a lady," Ottai called indignantly from behind them, his tone somewhere between affronted and amused.

Daemonikai stopped, glaring over his shoulder. "Are you implying I lack tact, Ottai?"

"Not at all, Your Grace. Only a fool would do that."

Emeriel couldn't help herself-her lips curved into a smile despite her best efforts. She leaned into her Beloved's shoulder, hiding her face, her soft laughter muffled against his neck.

The king's gaze softened as he looked down at her, smiling too. For the first time in years, Emeriel felt lighthearted. Happy. Home.

"Put me down, please," Emeriel mumbled into his shoulder as they passed through the imposing gates of the fortress. "The people will see."

"Let them." His arms tightened around her as he moved forward, carrying her as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Oh gods, is he going to carry me all the way inside? The thought both flustered and warmed her.

King Daemonikai-Daemon-didn't stop, nor did his pace falter. He walked steadily, unhurried, holding her with pride. Emeriel couldn't bring herself to look at the faces of the people, but she could hear the murmurs.

Whispers filled the air like a low hum, their words indistinct yet charged with curiosity and surprise.

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