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

Chapter 596: GRAND LORD VLADYA

His arms were folded tightly across his chest as he observed his friend from across the room.

Twenty minutes had passed since Daemonikai entered Vladya's bedchamber, and Vladya had told him everything. In all that time, the grand king had not lifted his head, remaining seated on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped tightly between his knees.

The thick silence in the room was broken only by the faint crackling of the fire. "No. I would never do that," Daemonikai whispered at last, his tone low and hoarse. "You just told me a horror story, Vladya. A nightmare. And you know I would never do something like that to my Soulbond. So now I'm still sitting here… waiting." His fist curled even tighter, knuckles turning white. "Waiting patiently for you to get to the part where you tell me this was just some cruel, sick joke that went too far."

"I wish it were a joke," Vladya said sincerely. "But it's not."

Daemonikai shook his head. Slow at first, then more forcefully.

"This cannot be happening. This cannot-" He sprang to his feet and began pacing the room like a caged beast. "I need to see her. I need to see her. I must see-"

"Come," Vladya said softly. "I will take you."

The journey wasn't far. Emeriel was resting at the end of the hallway.

But as they approached the door, Daemonikai came to a sudden stop, several feet away.

Vladya paused, turning back to him.

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His friend's face had gone ashen… and blank. But Vladya didn't need to read his features to know Daemonikai was not alright.

It was in the tautness of his muscles. The faint shaking of his hands. It was in his rooted feet, firmly planted on the floor.

Daemonikai stood like a male who was terrified to take the next steps and see what lay behind those doors.

"I'm thinking about everything you just told me. About the possibility that I…"

His throat worked while he stared off into the distance. "And the implications if…"

"What if-"

"I'm sorry."

Daemonikai's jaw clenched.

Then he steeled his spine.

He was moving again, his eyes anguished, his tone resolved. "Let me see her."

Vladya nodded and stepped aside, opening the door. He stayed by the threshold as Daemonikai walked past him and into the room.

In the center of the large bed, Princess Emeriel lay under a soft blanket, small against the vastness of the mattress.

A white towel rested on her forehead, and her eyes were closed, her face pale and bruised.

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