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

Chapter 537: Daemonikai released her hand and stepped back. Clasping his hands behind his back, he walked to the raised podium with regal grace. From his new vantage point, he faced the court once more.

"And after I discovered who she truly was, I sent her away. But whatever was left of my empty heart-whatever small measure of life remained-went with her. A sickness took root in me. My soul was dying, and I was sure that would be the end. But she came for me."

A muffled sob escaped Emeriel's lips, and she pressed a shaky hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her cries.

"Even when she was hurting, even when anger burned in her heart, she came back," he continued, his voice softening but still carrying across the room. "And she saved me once again. Night and day, she stayed by my side, tending to me." Emeriel's other hand frantically wiped at her tears, but it was a futile effort. They fell faster than she could chase them away.

Daemonikai's gaze finally rested on her again, filled with tenderness. "Today, I stand before this court to tell you all about this kind, beautiful princess Ukrea saw fit to bless me with." He smiled softly. "And to announce that she is mine."

All eyes turned to her.

The nobles regarded her with shock, awe, and disbelief, as if they were seeing her for the first time. Emeriel's heart swelled and ached all at once. This is real, right? Heavens, let this not be a dream.

"I wish to court her," Daemonikai announced suddenly. "To build something meaningful with her. Something that can, I hope, grow into something even more profound. So that one day, she may stand beside me as my Grand Queen."

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The court erupted into chaos. That, apparently, was the last straw. Loud murmurs, gasps, and shocked exclamations filled the air, echoing off the walls.

"How could you say such a thing, Your Grace?" A voice rose.

"It hasn't gotten to that!"

"Our Grand Queen… a human?!" one voice from the back exclaimed.

"After all they did to us? This cannot be happening!"

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Daemonikai let the noise swirl around him, his watchful gaze sweeping across the court as he observed them. Then, he turned his head, meeting the eyes of his grand rulers.

Zaiper's expression was a stormy scowl, his jaw clenched as if he'd swallowed something bitter and couldn't spit it out.

Ottai wore a beaming grin so bright his eyes crinkled at the corners.

Vladya offered a more reserved smile.

Glancing back at the court, Daemonikai's voice cut through the chaotic murmurs like a clap of thunder. "Silence."

The hall fell deathly still, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. A nervous cough broke the quiet, drawing Daemonikai's attention to the right.

High Lord Jakal rose, stiff in his military uniform, raising a hand.

"May I address the court, Your Grace?"

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