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

Chapter 607: So, she added hers. "Maybe one day, my Daemon will no longer battle mindlessness. He will sleep peacefully, without the nightmares that leave him restless. His soul-death healed, his blood nourishment no longer a worry. Maybe our bond will form again, stronger than ever."

She paused, her voice growing even softer. "Maybe one day, I will give him children and help him heal from the ones he lost. And maybe, in time, he will grow to love me as much as I love him."

Aekeira rose, staring at her with tears shimmering in her eyes.

"And all these dark times will be behind us," Emeriel smiled through her own tears, still spilling her own dreams. "He will be healthy and strong again, like the Daemonikai he was before the tragedy. The Grand King Daemonikai of the legends, without the bondage of tragedy holding him down. Maybe one day, we will look back on this moment and smile, saying… 'Look how far we have come.'" Aekeira shifted closer and pulled her into a hug.

Emeriel felt her throat tighten as she returned the hug, even as the pressure sent a sharp pain through her spine. But she bit it back, choosing instead to lean into the embrace, her tears spilling on Aekeira's shoulder.

"Yes, Em," Aekeira whispered, her voice warm in her ear. "Maybe one day, all of this will merely be a story of the past." Maybe.

Emeriel blinked back tears as a bittersweet smile touched her lips. What a beautiful, fragile illusion they had painted together. A dream of a brighter future, untouched by the dark shadows of their present.

"When I recover more, I'm going to go see my Beloved," Emeriel declared softly. "I don't like the thought of him spending days lost in self-loathing, drowning in guilt and self-destruction."

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Aekeira pulled back just enough to look at her, her own tears threatening to fall. She gave a small nod. "Then I guess we need to get you recovered as soon as possible."

Emeriel managed a watery smile. "Then I guess so."

At midnight, long after Emeriel had fallen asleep, Aekeira lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

Her thoughts were restless, circling back to him. The bruises she had noticed days ago. The tension in his posture. The pain in his eyes.

Sleep was impossible.

Giving up, she rose quietly from the bed and slipped into the dark hallway. Taking the long, silent walk through the corridors, she made her way to the other side of the royal residence.

She hesitated for a moment before knocking. Her nerves suddenly all over the place.

"Go away," a growly voice barked from within.

She knocked again.

"Yaz, I swear I will have you beheaded if you don't send whoever's out there on their way!" He snapped dangerously.

"It's me, Your Highness," she faltered, her voice quieter than she'd intended.

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