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

Chapter 555: Daemonikai reached out, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on it.

"How do you feel?" Emeriel asked quietly.

"Better. Exhausted, but better." His eyes flicked to hers. "How do you feel? All this must not have been easy for you. I cannot even imagine…"

"That day in the woods, you told me it took losing the best part of you to crawl out of your grave." His eyes dropped to their joined hands. "I didn't realize this was what you meant. No wonder you couldn't forgive me. No wonder you couldn't find it within yourself to give us a second chance. If I had known the extent of what you went through…" He shook his head. "I would never have pestered you so much. Never have tried to force it." "Then I'm glad you didn't know," Emeriel stated coolly.

"The truth is, I never wanted you to find out. I knew what it would do to you, so it became a burden I was prepared to carry alone to my grave."

"That's too much for anyone to bear alone. I'm grateful I know now. Even though it breaks my heart, I wouldn't have it any other way. Now, I can share this burden with you."

Emeriel wouldn't say she was happy he knew-not entirely. But she couldn't deny the relief she felt. Sharing it with him was liberating.

A lot had happened tonight.

She'd finally faced the loss she had always run from. For so long, she believed speaking of it would reopen wounds too deep to heal, which is why she shoved it deep within herself, into darkness. But she had been wrong. Talking about it had brought relief.

"Another will come." Emeriel wrapped her other hand around their already intertwined fingers, squeezing gently. "We will have a child in the future."

"If only it worked that way," he said wistfully, his voice a soft ache.

"This one was a miracle."

"Have a little faith, Beloved." As she reassured him, she also reassured herself, clinging to hope. We will have another… right?

"When is your next heat?"

"I don't know," she confessed.

"You don't keep track?" There was no judgment in his tone, only curiosity wrapped in a thread of concern.

Emeriel shook her head. "A healer once told me it was erratic."

His brows pinched. "Even so, you should have noticed some pattern over time. There's no predictable timeframe at all?"

Her eyes fell to their intertwined hands, and she didn't respond.

"Riel, there's something you are not telling me." Daemonikai's voice was calm. "No more secrets. I ask because I don't want you to suffer during your next heat. I need to make sure I'm here when it happens."

Emeriel wet her lips nervously. "I have been on suppressants for years.

Heat suppressants."

The crackling fireplace behind them suddenly sounded too loud.

"Emeriel…"

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