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

Chapter 673: "It pertains to getting his soul back," Aekeira confided. Over the years, she had come to see Amie as a true friend. Despite Aekeira's status change, that part of their relationship had not.

"He is working closely with the Oracle to find a solution."

"Really?" Amie gasped, her eyes going wide. She hurried ahead, spinning around to face Aekeira.

"Oh, that is wonderful news! You must be so excited, my princess!" "I am," Aekeira admitted with a smile.

"So far, only two of the rituals have succeeded, but we are hopeful."

Amie clapped her hands excitedly, nearly bouncing where she stood.

"How many rituals are there?"

"Four." Her smile dimmed just slightly.

"The third one keeps failing." The second ritual had gone through after two failed attempts, but the third had been performed seven times.

Still, Aekeira refused to dwell on disappointment. They had been fortunate enough to have two rituals succeed, and she was determined to remain optimistic.

"Oh, I have faith it will go through!" Amie declared, maintaining the conversation while still making sure she faced Aekeira.

"You two have been through so much. You have come so far-just like the Grand King and Prince Emeriel!"

Aekeira chuckled. Only Amie still made the "prince, princess" mistake when referring to her sister.

For a twenty-one-year-old who had endured terrible hardships, Amie was a ray of sunshine that never faded, even at dusk. Cute as a button.

"So, after his soul is restored, you two can finally bond and live happily ever after?" Amie bounced on her feet.

Aekeira couldn't help it-she laughed, shaking her head.

"I hope so." Her being a Soulbond had changed things. They no longer needed to endure the grueling, seven-day bonding ritual for soul compatibility, but there was still the mating ritual.

Usually performed on the last day of the bonding ritual, it was the most important of all. And for it to succeed, Lord Vladya still needed his soul.

Aekeira couldn't wait for that day to come.

"Unlike the bonding ritual, if the mating ritual fails, it can always be redone, right?" Amie nearly stumbled but quickly caught herself.

"Careful," Aekeira said with a soft chuckle, nodding.

"And once again, you are correct."

"But what could cause a mating ritual to fail? For a bonding ritual, it fails when the souls do not align, but what about when the souls are already naturally bound by the gods?"

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"Well," Aekeira gave it some thought.

"I guess if the rites are recited incorrectly, or the female's heat is not at its peak, or, in our case, if Lord Vladya's soul is still missing, it might fail."

As they neared the main gates, passing by the lush gardens, the fragrance of roses hit her. Aekeira's stomach churned unpleasantly.

She quickened her pace.

Amie glanced at her with concern.

"Does the smell of flowers still affect you badly?"

"Yes, but I believe it will pass." Aekeira waved it off.

"Are you sure you know the best part of the market to get these fabrics?"

"Of course!" Amie's face lit up with pride.

"Some months ago, I was assigned to the head seamstress, and I used to go fabric sourcing with her. You are in the right hands, Princess."

PRINCESS EMERIEL

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