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

Chapter 563: Hefting the lifeless prey onto his shoulders, satisfied with the clean kill, he made his way back to the cottage.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

She woke with a start, her heart sinking when her hand found the empty space beside her. The sheets were cold.

Glancing toward the grand clock mounted on the wall, she grimaced. She had slept the day away-it was already early evening. Her stomach growled loudly in the quiet room. Heavens, I'm starving. After a quick bath, she dressed in fresh clothes and made her way to the living room.

There, sprawled casually across the cushions, was King Daemonikai.

He held up a folded newspaper, his eyes scanning the print.

The moment she stepped in, he lowered it, locking his sharp gaze onto her with ease.

"The sleeping goddess awakes," he drawled.

The low timbre of his voice sent heat rushing to her cheeks, her steps faltering.

She tried-and failed-not to stare at the defined muscles of his arms.

The thin undertunic he wore did little to conceal his powerful biceps.

"Your Grace." Emeriel dropped into a curtsy, unable to meet his eyes.

Now that they had finally reconciled, Emeriel felt strangely uncertain. What is expected of me now?

She had never let any man court her properly before, let alone one who stirred such strong emotions in her like he did.

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"Come here, young princess."

She stepped closer, stopping a pace away, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.

"That's not how you greet your male." His lips curved into a smirk.

"Greet me properly."

Her heart stuttered. He wants… what? A hug?

She glanced at his seated posture. That may be awkward.

Clearing her throat, she spread her arms timidly, leaning forward for what she hoped would pass as an acceptable embrace.

Before she could go further, his strong arm grabbed her waist, tugging her forward.

She gasped as she lost her balance, tumbling into him. His arms encircled her possessively, and he tilted her head to the side, claiming her lips with his.

The kiss was light, soft, and impossibly warm.

Her initial surprise melted into a sigh as she relaxed against him, her hands finding their place on his chest. His heartbeat steady and strong beneath her fingertips.

Emeriel kissed him back, her uncertainty fading in the heat of his touch.

So this is what I would have given up? The thought drifted through her mind. I wouldn't mind waking up like this every day.

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