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

Chapter 539: "But, Your Grace, it has not gotten to that," Jakal said, his voice laced with sheer horror.

"I would rather give up the grand throne than throw away this second chance-a rare opportunity for happiness that the gods themselves have gifted me."

No one said a word.

A pang of pity rose within Daemonikai at the look on their faces. They hadn't asked for this. "I understand this is not what you expected. I know this is difficult for you. My people did not ask for these circumstances, nor did I." He took a breath, his tone shifting to one of earnest plea. "I will not impose this as law, nor will I force any of you to accept Princess Emeriel. All I ask is that you give her a chance. Do not see her as a human; see her as mine. My Syren, my woman, my Soulbond."

His voice deepened with emotion. "She has proven herself worthy time and time again. There is no one more befitting to stand as Grand Queen. All I ask is that you give her a chance."

He turned to Emeriel, his gaze locking onto her tear-streaked face. Her muffled sobs threatened to break the fragile quiet of the court.

Warmth filled his chest, a fierce protectiveness rising within him. "Join me, Beloved," he said gently, extending his hand toward her once more.

Emeriel's steps were tentative, but each footfall echoed as her silken gown rustled softly. Her hand found his, and Daemonikai pulled her onto the podium beside him.

Turning, he faced her, looking deep into her eyes. "I know I have apologized to you in private, but I want to formally apologize to you here, in front of everyone."

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"Daemon-"

"I am sorry for hurting you," he said, his voice carrying softly through the room. "For making you endure the excruciating pain of a severed bond. For every moment of suffering I caused. I apologize for it all."

"Shhh, it's okay." Emeriel's hand covered his mouth, her watery smile lighting up her tear-streaked face. "How many times will you apologize, Daemon? Please stop. I've heard everything, and…" She swallowed hard. "I don't deserve you."

She turned her gaze toward the court, her voice wavering. "I don't deserve any of this."

Her eyes returned to him, glistening with fresh tears. "But I hope one day I will. I hope one day I can stand proudly by your side, my head held high, confident that I truly deserve to be there." She smiled softly.

"To the court," she continued, her voice growing steadier, "I offer my deepest apologies." She faced the council fully, drawing a deep breath. "I deceived all of you in the past, disguising myself as a male when I was, in fact, a female. I did what I felt I had to in order to survive. I know that may not excuse my actions, but it is the only explanation I can give."

Placing both hands gracefully against her belly, Emeriel stood tall before them, her voice unwavering. "I love the Grand King deeply. I have for a long time, even when he was only a mindless feral. Please, grant me a chance. Teach me how to be better. I wish to learn from the noble lords of this court how to properly serve Urai."

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