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

Chapter 548: Aekeira held her tighter, as though her arms could shield her from the pain.

"This is why I never talk about it," Emeriel sobbed, her voice breaking. "After all these years… it shouldn't hurt this much. But it does. I feel like I'm tearing apart inside."

"It was not your fault, do you hear me?" Aekeira whispered sternly, her voice full of conviction. "Stop blaming yourself! Stop-"

Her words froze mid-sentence. She pulled back, her tear-streaked face suddenly tense. "What is it?" Emeriel asked, her voice shaky and weak.

Aekeira wiped at her cheeks, her gaze fixed sharply on something behind Emeriel.

Dread coiled in Emeriel's stomach as she slowly turned around.

There, standing in the doorway, pale as death itself, was Grand King Daemonikai.

Oh heavens… no.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

At the sight of Grand King Daemonikai, her pain dulled. It receded into the background.

All she could focus on was him-how to shield him from the agony she knew was coming.

"Daemon…" Her voice wavered as she stepped toward him, her head shaking slightly. He was never meant to find out.

"Is it true?" he asked, his voice hoarse and trembling. "Did we lose a child two years ago and…?" His throat worked, hard. "Did we lose our child?"

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The dread on his face was undeniable.

His eyes were practically begging her to say no. To tell him it wasn't true.

That it was a lie, a cruel jest. A fabricated story to placate Aekeira.

Emeriel saw it all in his gaze-the raw fear, the refusal to believe.

For a passing moment, she considered lying to him. Telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Anything to spare him the weight of this unbearable misery.

But lying would not save them. Not from this.

"Yes," she admitted, her voice breaking. "I had a miscarriage."

He staggered back as if struck.

"No," he breathed, his eyes searching the ceiling, the walls-anywhere but her face.

"It cannot be." He shook his head violently, as if trying to dislodge the truth. "It cannot be."

Emeriel's eyes leaked more tears.

Her sister moved in her periphery, wiping away her own tears. Aekeira met her eyes briefly and mouthed, "I will be back later."

The sound of the door closing barely registered. Emeriel's focus remained fixed on her Beloved.

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