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

Chapter 709: Daemonikai had no idea which devastated him more-the vivid memory of every cut, every bruise, every swollen mark on her flesh that morning… or this.

Watching her relive that night each time he put his hands on her.

Ukrae, grant me this one favor. Just this once.

Help me find the wretch who dared tamper with my mind. One single piece of proof-that is all I ask. Just point me in the right fucking direction. I, Daemonikai Vipertheriov Naelzharoth, will never go easy on them. They will live and breathe torture. When I am done, they will beg for death, but I will not grant it.

Chest filled with boiling rage, Daemonikai pressed his face into the crook of Emeriel's neck, rocking her-trying to calm himself as well. Breathing in her scent like a penitent.

I will find them-even if I have to burn this entire city to the ground to do it. I fucking will.

And when I do, I will be their tormentor. Their judge, jury, and executioner.

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

Aekeira sat by the window, stitching as she hummed an old lullaby. Sunlight spilled pale and thin through the lattice, allowing her to enjoy the quiet and peace.

Until Emeriel entered.

She moved like a sleepwalker. Eyes swollen and red, face pale with exhaustion. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her lips trembled even as she tried to hold herself together.

"Em!" Aekeira dropped her sewing at once, rising quickly to her feet.

"Are you alright? Why do you look like-?"

Her sister crossed the room, collapsed into her arms, and started bawling. The kind where the sobs are harsh and violent, as if dragged from the soul.

"Speak to me, what's going on!?" Aekeira was panicking more with every sob.

"You're frightening me! You know you shouldn't be crying like this; you're pregnant for light's sake!"

Now she was crying too, unable to hold back.

"Em, please!"

Still, Emeriel only wept.

She cried as though there was no end to her pain. Sobbed as if no hope remained in the world.

Aekeira gave up, and only held her. She sank back onto the bed, drawing her sister down with her, rocking her and crying with her, as though they were children again.

She had no sense of how much time passed. At last, the sobbing eased. Subsided into torn breaths and hiccups.

"Broken, Keira…" Emeriel said in a whisper of defeat.

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"How can you say that about yourself?"

"Because it's true," she looked at Aekeira with swollen eyes.

"I am broken… and I don't know if I'll ever heal."

"You will. Tell me… please."

And then, haltingly, Emeriel did. She reminded Aekeira about that night months ago, and how it's still affecting their lives.

"My mind keeps drifting back to whenever he touches me like that. No matter how much I try to stay in the present, the moment he is inside me, it's like a switch has flipped, and I'm back in your former chamber, begging the beast for mercy." She sobbed.

"Heaven knows I would do anything to avoid thinking of that night. I don't even want to, yet I can't seem to escape it. I long to feel my male again, but I can't because all I see are the moments I was completely at his mercy, unable to escape, pleading for just a moment's reprieve as I bled everywhere, yet couldn't get one. When he hurt me so effortlessly, not caring about his strength or how torn I already was inside, he just kept taking and taking."

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