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

Chapter 542: A sudden pang struck her chest. Nostalgia, wrapped in melancholy, gripped her as her thoughts turned.

High Lord Herodis.

Tears filled her eyes again, even as she smiled.

"Dearest friend, I hope you are well wherever you are. You were right, after all. Two years ago wasn't the end of the world. The day did come when the world would give me a chance." Her gaze swept the court once more, at the council who had once sentenced her to death, now accepting her as their grand ruler's woman.

"Look at me now, Lord Herodis," she muttered under her breath, tears falling. "Look at your slave friend who, once upon a time, had to dress as a boy to survive. Today she stands before the council of Urai, not as a slave boy in hiding, but as a Soulbond to their Ultimate Ruler."

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

"Are you alright?" Vladya's voice carried a note of concern as they dismounted from their horses. The guards swiftly took the reins, leading the steeds away.

"I am," Daemonikai lied.

The dizziness that had plagued him earlier was becoming worse, a throbbing ache behind his eyes.

During the hunt, his vision had blurred, the trees swimming together into a green haze. At one point, he'd nearly lost his balance.

"You are recovering from a poison that eats away at people's organs. I hope to hell you've been drinking blood." Vladya came to his side, sharp eyes scrutinizing him.

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"I haven't felt the thirst," Daemonikai replied coolly, forcing himself to walk with a steady gait. "The hunt lasted longer than we expected."

"Why? Are you so eager to get back to your woman, Your Grace?" Ottai's voice rang out teasingly as he joined them.

Daemonikai rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips. He couldn't deny it.

"You can tell he's eager, the smile says it all," Zaiper added, approaching from behind. "Congratulations, Your Grace. Truly."

"Thank you, Zaiper." With a curt nod, Daemonikai led the small group through the fortress's pathways.

When they reached the intersection marking their separate routes, everyone parted ways.

Daemonikai tried to maintain an even pace, but Ottai was right. He was eager to see Emeriel again. The royal hunt, usually an enjoyable activity, had felt like an eternity. The sound of soft footsteps behind him made him pause.

He turned, raising an eyebrow. "Why am I not surprised you're following me?"

"I wish to talk with you." Vladya grunted, catching up to him.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Daemonikai asked, resuming his walk. "You and I both know you're in a hurry to get back to Aekeira."

Once inside Daemonikai's chambers, Vladya settled lazily into an armchair, the leather creaking faintly under his weight.

"What are your plans for your bloodhost?"

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