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

Chapter 545: "You are a horrible sister," Aekeira's voice broke, and her lower lip quivered. "Terrible, absolutely horrible… and completely adorable sister."

Emeriel snorted.

"When rumors about what happened in court started flying, I could hardly believe them." Aekeira let out a watery laugh. "But then Vlad-he told me everything, and…"

"Vlad?" Emeriel arched a brow. "As in Lord Vladya?" A soft blush spread across Aekeira's cheeks. "Huh. Interesting." Emeriel bit back a smirk.

"What made you change your mind?" Aekeira asked quickly, steering the conversation back.

"I couldn't bring myself to cross Boundary Lake," Emeriel's voice dipped low. "Every step felt like I was tearing my heart out." She hesitated. "Last night, I… uhm…"

"You what?"

Emeriel's eyes dropped, a small, wistful smile playing on her lips. "We were intimate. And it was perfect. Not just the act itself, but everything. The way his arms felt around me… the things he said. Just looking into his eyes while we were…" She trailed off, heat flooding her face at the memory. "Let's just say suppressing my feelings after that wasn't exactly easy."

Her sister's eyes softened. "You don't know how joyful hearing this makes me."

As Emeriel climbed out of the tub, her sister bustled over to rummage through the drawers, pulling out a brush.

Emeriel slipped into her nightwear, her movements slowing as she caught sight of Aekeira. A wave of nostalgia washed over her.

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It was their old routine, taking care of each other like this. It felt like a lifetime ago.

"How do you feel now?" Aekeira asked, sparing her a glance as she set the brush down. There was a trace of worry in her eyes. "Really, on the inside?"

"Happy," Emeriel breathed truthfully. "Incredibly, immeasurably happy."

Beaming, Aekeira gestured toward the chair.

Emeriel took her seat, swallowing hard as her eyes met their reflection in the mirror.

For the first time, she noticed something different about her sister. A radiant glow seemed to shine from deep within her.

Aekeira had been smiling since she'd walked through the door, looking so contented.

Her sister was… happier. Truly and completely happy.

Emeriel cleared her throat. "Tell me about you and Lord Vladya. How is his… health?"

Aekeira brushed her hair, the bristles gliding gently from root to tip. "It's gotten much better. There are still days when things are hard-when his episodes are really bad. The voices in his head grow stronger, and his beast becomes ruthless. But we have learned to navigate those days together, better than before."

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