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

Chapter 615: She half-expected the door to be locked, but to her surprise, the door turned easily under her hand. The chamber was dark.

Stepping inside, Emeriel stopped just past the threshold, her gaze adjusting to the dim light. All the curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the sun. The scent of stale ale and unventilated space assaulted her nose. Scanning the room, she searched for him.

His once-immaculate bedchamber was in a mess. Clothes were strewn carelessly across the furniture, and empty bottles of ale littered the floor. He doesn't drink. Emeriel's heart lurched.

King Daemonikai had once told her that ale upset his stomach and made his beast restless. Then, she heard a faint groan.

Following the sound, she walked around to the other side of the bed, and there he was.

Grand King Daemonikai lay sprawled on the floor, his large frame partially hidden by the shadow of the bed. His head rested against the side of the mattress, eyes closed.

"Your Grace?" she called tentatively.

Nothing.

Emeriel bent down, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. "Your Highness…?" His eyes snapped open, the sudden movement startling her.

His gaze, unfocused, darted around the room as if trying to piece together where he was. Then his nostrils flared, and his eyes locked onto hers.

They watched each other in silence, with no reaction from him. Then, without warning, images of him, unhinged and merciless, tore through her mind.

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The memories of that night.

Emeriel squeezed her eyes shut so tightly it almost hurt, trying to banish them with sheer will, fighting to steady her breathing.

Then, he sighed. "It's nice to know you can still visit my dreams."

Pulling herself out of the daze, she cleared her throat. "It's not a dream."

Daemonikai blinked.

For someone surrounded by gallons of ale, he didn't look drunk, but he also didn't look entirely present.

"You know," he said, his voice sluggish, "I think I prefer this dream. It's better compared to…" He trailed off, the words unfinished, hanging in the air.

"Please, get up." She tried to pull him upright, but it was like trying to lift a slab of solid rock.

"I need you to help me here," she said in a strained voice, bracing herself as she slid both hands under his arms to support him.

Another heavy sigh. But he moved, pushing himself off the floor. As he stood to his full height, he leaned heavily against her, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"For someone who's only a dream," he murmured in a muffled voice against her skin, "you smell incredible."

Then, he pulled back, the haze in his eyes clearing. "Emeriel? What are you doing here? You should be in bed."

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