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

Chapter 601: "Don't worry about it, it's nothing. You should see the other guy."

She squared her shoulders. "Who is he?"

"Why? Are you planning to fight him for me?" The faintest smile tugged at his swollen lips.

She caught herself and snatched her hand away from his face as though burned. "I wouldn't. And you shouldn't joke about things like this, my lord." My lord. They were back at formalities. He hated the distance those formalities created between them.

"Why are you waiting outside her room instead of just going in?" He changed the subject, his gaze lingering on the closed door of Emeriel's chamber behind her.

"I was waiting for the Grand King to come out," she said in a quieter tone. "He has been in there for hours."

"All day, then," Vladya murmured, more to himself than to her.

"He just… keeps staring at her," Aekeira's expression was tight. "Does not move a muscle. Not even when I accidentally stumbled in earlier, apologized, and walked away. He did not spare me a glance."

Vladya's jaw clenched. Daemonikai was drowning in his guilt.

"My lord-"

"I thought we had moved past that," Vladya said.

"So did I," she looked away. "Now, I'm not so sure anymore."

He reached for her. "Aekeira…"

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She stepped back, out of his reach. "I must take my leave now, Your Highness." She inclined her head before turning and walking away.

Vladya stood there, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared around the corner.

Vladya had no idea what to do. For the first time in ages, he felt truly powerless.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

Light shone behind Princess Emeriel's closed eyes, faint but persistent. She tried to blink it away, but it remained insistent. With an inward sigh of resignation, she opened her eyes.

The ceiling came into focus. A familiar view. Same room. Same bed.

Mentally bracing herself, she moved her hands, expecting the familiar shot of pain through her body.

None came.

Surprised, she flexed her fingers. Still nothing.

Slowly, she moved her legs. There was no pain there either.

A low groan left her lips as she shifted, pulling herself into a slightly upright position. Her body still felt weak, but the sharp aches had dulled to a manageable throb.

In fact, she felt better than she had in… days? Weeks?

The sound of the door creaking open caught her attention. She turned her head to see Aekeira step inside, a basket of herbs balanced on her hip.

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