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

Chapter 564: When he finally pulled back, her head swam, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the lightheadedness clouding her senses.

"That," he smirked. "My fair Riel, is how you greet your Soulbond."

Heavens, I wish it would always be like this. Emeriel prayed. Please, fill our days with more bliss like this.

GRAND LORD ZAIPER Returning to his chambers in the early hours of the morning, Zaiper reeked of sex, whistling cheerfully. His steps carried an unmistakable swagger.

His head soldier observed him curiously but respectfully kept his mouth shut.

Zaiper noticed and grinned as he entered his chamber. "Go on, you may ask."

Razarr inclined his head slightly. "You seem unusually cheerful this morning, Your Highness. Is there an occasion?"

"Oh, indeed there is." Zaiper threw a glance over his shoulder and winked. "I'm preparing something truly special for two very important people in this kingdom. Just wait and see."

Razarr's curiosity deepened, though his tone remained measured. "Does this mean your special plan is foolproof?"

"Absolutely." Zaiper's eyes gleamed with pure excitement. "Just thinking about it makes my blood race. After so many failures, you are about to witness a victory unlike anything you've ever seen. Wait for it, Razarr."

He began undressing, whistling a jaunty tune. "It's going to be massive."

PRINCESS EMERIEL

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The next three days were the best of her life. Emeriel and King Daemonikai spent nearly every moment together, and she cherished each one.

They talked about everything-her time in the human world, her physical training, her hobbies, and childhood memories. In turn, he opened up about his own youth and even shared pieces of his late family.

Emeriel hummed softly as she put away their dinner dishes. Warm, vibrant joy bubbled within her. Even the topics that could have been awkward or painful were touched upon-if only lightly-without tension or avoidance. She was truly, deeply happy about the incredible progress they had made together.

Setting aside the court, their past, and their pain, they spent these days simply being together. The peace, the quiet, and the simplicity of the surroundings were a welcome change. This cottage, nestled in one of the outer villages of Urai, had become a sanctuary for them, and she loved it.

Yesterday evening, Daemonikai took her for a walk, leading her along the winding paths of the village. Locals greeted their grand king with enthusiasm and kindness, extending the same warmth to her.

When they returned home, Daemonikai pulled her into his lap by the crackling fireplace, where they talked and cuddled late into the night.

She loved having his undivided attention, watching him smile, and seeing him so at ease.

But a slight worry disturbed her.

King Daemonikai hadn't touched her intimately in days.

It wasn't that he didn't show affection. In fact, sometimes he held her too close, as though she were the most precious thing in the world. His hands were always eager when it came to caressing her as they cuddled.

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