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

Chapter 609: Aekeira wanted to embrace him. To pull him into her arms and take some of that pain away. But if there was one thing his past episodes had taught her, it was to be cautious in moments like this.

"May I hug you, my lord?" she asked gently, opening her arms to him.

For a moment, he was rigid, his gray eyes wild. But slowly, the tension began to drain from him.

Without another word, he stepped stiffly into her embrace, lowering his head to rest against her shoulder. Relief washed over Aekeira. She held him close, her arms tightening around him.

Light-gods, how she had missed this male.

The stiffness in her own body melted away.

Suddenly, everything felt alright in Aekeira's world again.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Kill, kill, kill!

Kill them all…

Closing his eyes, Vladya forced himself to focus on her touch, grounding himself in her soft arms. His beast prowled restlessly within him like a confined wild animal, clawing at his insides, desperate to be let out.

Craving destruction.

Hungry for havoc.

"I will run you a bath," Aekeira's soft voice penetrated his chaotic mind. "Also, I will send Yaz to fetch some ointment for the bruises and a potion to help reduce the headache-it may help you relax enough to get some sleep. Is that alright?"

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How did she always know about the headache pounding behind his eyes, like his skull was being split in two?

But of course, she did. She was Aekeira. Always attentive. Watching him with those perceptive brown eyes that saw straight through him.

"Alright," he said, his voice rough.

She pulled back slightly, taking his much larger hand in her smaller one, and leading him toward the bed. "Please, lie down."

She steadied him as he sank onto the mattress. His vision swam, fading in and out, but he could still make out her movements.

Walking to the door, she opened it briefly to speak to someone-likely Yaz-before closing it again. Then she moved to the large tub that had been brought in earlier, one he had been too busy holding on to his pounding head to use.

Vladya's unfocused gaze tracked her every move. Rolling up her sleeves, she uncorked a bottle of fragrant oil, pouring it carefully into the steaming water. Stirring the bath with her hand, she spread the soothing scent through the air.

A calm came over him. The kind he hadn't felt in a while. The pounding voices in his head began to lower their volume. Fading from deafening screams to murmurs. They were still there but quieter now. Easier to ignore. It was the most peace he'd had in over a week.

Between Daemonikai's downward spiral, the court tensions, and his strained relationship with Aekeira, it was safe to say his mind had been in chaos. But now, as he watched her again, right here in his space, the scent of her in his territory, the storm inside him began to settle.

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