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

Chapter 604: Finally, the door closed, and Aekeira returned to the room.

"Don't be so mad at him, Keira," Emeriel said in a low tone. "You know you don't really want to be."

Aekeira's jaw locked tight.

But then, she released a slow breath. "I think… I think I'm more mad at me than I am at him." Emeriel tilted her head, studying her sister with concern.

"I couldn't do anything," Aekeira's voice shook as tears filled her eyes again. "I felt so weak. So helpless. You're my sister and…"

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to hold back the sob building in her throat.

Emeriel patted the empty space on the bed beside her. "Come here."

Aekeira hesitated for a moment before climbing onto the bed. She was careful not to lean into Emeriel or disturb her healing bruises.

Emeriel ignored the dull ache that spread through her body and shifted slightly to lie on her side, turning to face her sister.

"Keira, you need to understand that some things are beyond your control," she said with affection. "It's not every situation you can save, and I would never expect that from you."

Aekeira looked at her, her tears still falling silently.

"I love you so much, and you are the strongest person I know."

A faint, genuine smile touched Aekeira's lips, breaking through the sadness, and the visible tension in her shoulders dissolved.

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"I love you too," Aekeira whispered, wiping at her cheeks. "But I'm not half as strong as you are."

"That's debatable. How about we both agree that we're each the strongest person the other has ever known?"

Aekeira chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "Deal."

Then, she tentatively rested her head on Emeriel's belly. "Is this okay?"

"Oh yes." Emeriel's fingers drifted into Aekeira's hair, stroking it gently. My Keira. For so long, this woman had been the single most important person in her life. Through every trial and tribulation, Aekeira had been her anchor, her protector, her sister. Even now, as Emeriel lay broken and healing, Aekeira's presence was her greatest comfort. But there was someone else now. Someone just as important. Someone who had been on her mind all day, though she had tried not to ask.

And Aekeira, perhaps sensing her hesitation, had not spoken of him either. Emeriel wetted her lips, gathering the courage to speak. "How is he?"

Aekeira's soft, even breathing met her question.

And then, "Your Grand King?"

Emeriel's heart clenched. "My Grand King."

Aekeira lifted her head slightly. "Lord Vladya and Lord Ottai put him in the Forbidden Chambers after… what happened," she told Emeriel. "He woke on the third day, without any memory of it. But Lord Vladya filled him in and brought him to see you."

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