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

Chapter 550: "You took my first son," his voice trembled in the stillness. "My second son. And now…" His head fell forward, his chin nearly brushing his chest. As his body swayed, he thrust his arms out to catch himself, his hands bracing against the ground to prevent a complete fall. "How could you let this happen again? How could you punish me this way?"

Every word, every heart-wrenching question, was a dagger to Emeriel's heart. Every part of her screamed to comfort him. She ached to go to him, to hold him, but she didn't.

Heavens, it was so hard. What if his healing soul, so fragile after everything it had been through, started dying again?

Weeping silently, she forced her feet to remain planted. "You could have punished me in any other way, but not this." A single tear rolled down his cheek, glistening in the moonlight. "Not this…" His voice broke as he looked down at his trembling hands. "Is it not better to never give them at all, if you keep ripping them from my arms like this?"

Resolve crumbling, she walked to him unsteadily until she stood in front of him.

"Get up, please." Bending down, she gripped him under his arm, trying to lift him, but he was too heavy. Fortunately, he helped her, shifting his weight and straightening to kneel upright.

But before she could pull him to his feet, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He held her desperately, like an anchor-trying to keep himself from breaking apart completely.

"How could this happen to us?" he asked shakily, looking up at her. Another tear traced a slow path down his face. "How could we lose our child?"

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Emeriel's tears flowed freely now, impossible to contain. "Please stop. Seeing you like this is tearing me apart."

A third tear fell, his face contorting in anguish. "I am so sorry-"

"Do not apologize, please."

"I am so, so, so sorry, Emeriel. This was all my fault. It was all my-"

"Stop blaming yourself!" she hissed fiercely. "Not every misfortune is your fault, do you hear me? It was meant to happen, it was unavoidable! We must try to move past it! We mourn what could have been, but we cannot blame ourselves endlessly."

Another tear fell, and she wiped it away, her own tears flowing like a river. "We are living beings, Daemon. We are bound to make mistakes, and sometimes… accidents happen. Some things are simply meant to be. Some things cannot be prevented."

As she spoke, her words resonated deeply within her.

All these years, she had blamed herself. Some nights, in the darkness, she had even blamed him. She had hated them both for what happened.

"Casting blame solves nothing," she continued in a softer tone. "It only makes the pain worse. How can we heal and move forward when we let guilt take the reins?"

"Riel… it hurts."

"I know." She wiped his tears on her sleeve. "It's okay, let it out. I've got you, my dearest Beloved. Let it all out."

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