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

Chapter 677: Amie was not convinced.

"You are shaking."

Aekeira gritted her teeth, gripping her arm tighter.

"Please, do not tell Em. If she finds out, she will never let me out of the Fortress again." That did the trick.

Amie sighed, clearly torn.

"Fine," she relented, "but only if you promise to tell me immediately if this happens again. If you fall to the ground, Grand Lord Vladya will have my head!"

Aekeira nodded weakly. She had refused to see a healer, but now it was starting to bother her. Why am I so sick?

HIGH LORD HERODIS

He had spent the entire day catching up with his dear friend.

He told Emeriel about his agricultural ventures, the farmlands he managed across the kingdom, and the quiet life he had built for himself in the years since she left.

In turn, Emeriel confided in him-about everything that had happened both in the human world and since her return.

But what floored him most? Hearing her confirm that the rumors about the Grand King's mind failing again were true.

The pain in her voice when she spoke of it touched him deeply. And the fact that she trusted him enough to speak so openly about it? That humbled him more than anything.

Now, they walked through the courtyard, heading toward the gardens. The afternoon sun was slipping away, making way for the soft hues of evening dusk.

Herod had been pondering her words all day, and no matter how he turned them over in his mind, something did not make sense.

"May I ask you something?"

Emeriel glanced at him, then nodded.

"Of course. Go ahead."

"What does the Oracle say about his feral tendencies?"

Emeriel's gaze drifted over the landscape, the setting sun casting soft shadows across her face.

"She remains silent."

Herod was expecting that, still, he did not like hearing it.

"Daemon says when she does that, it is either because she does not see that side of things… or she does not want to interfere," she exhaled.

"Anyway, I still find it disturbing."

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"But something seems strange. Feral sickness is the most deadly affliction of our kind, but it does not appear without reason," Herod mused.

"Our grand king's mind healed. The whole kingdom speaks of how happy he is these days. This does not make sense."

"Exactly. I have scoured the library, going through every book I could find, yet none answers my questions or offers further insight into what should be done."

"I am truly sorry you are going through this all over again."

Emeriel's beautiful face softened into a smile.

"It is alright. We will get through this."

Herod studied her carefully. She had changed.

Physically, she remained the same-still radiantly beautiful, poised, and elegant as ever. But the Emeriel standing before him now was not the same young woman who had once doubted everything. There was a confidence in her now, a conviction that had not been there before.

In the past, she had no faith in her bond with the grand king. But now, there was no bond at all, yet she stood firm. Fighting for what they had, speaking with certainty. Stronger, yet softer. Braver, yet more at peace. A future Grand Queen, indeed. Herod smiled, feeling a swell of pride.

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