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

Chapter 710: Her eyes grew wider and wider, and she shook her head even more violently.

"That night plays in my head, and it's driving me insane. It's driving us apart, and it's killing him inside. Yet, I can't seem to move past it, Keira. My body opened for him during heat, and it remains ready to receive him, yet my mind feels closed off. I need help, but I have no idea what kind I need."

It was Aekeira who was weeping now after that full, rushed rant.

"Emeriel, how could you keep this from me?" She drew her sister closer. "When I looked at you that next morning, I knew something that terrible would not pass without leaving a scar, and I hate that I was right. What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know," Emeriel sobbed.

"But until I do, something has to be done. And that's what is killing me inside, Aekeira."

She pulled back, looking her younger sister in the eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"While I take some time to figure myself out, I must make a decision to keep him sane, in order to protect him, myself, and our unborn child." She began crying again.

"It's not a very pleasant decision, Keira."

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Grand King Daemonikai crossed through the fortress gates as dusk surrendered to night, Ottai trailing at his side.

Training the birds of prey and the messenger fliers should not have taken so long, but the young hawk refused to be contained, fighting the falconer's every effort. One of the newly-bonded ravens had missed its mark entirely, vanishing into the gathering dark. By the time they returned to the Citadel, night had thickened fully.

Ottai bowed low at the archway before heading toward Mabblewood. Daemonikai ascended the corridors alone and entered his bedchamber, already feeling the beginnings of an ache behind his temples.

Emeriel lay on his bed, her back turned toward the door.

He moved soundlessly, setting aside his belt and mantle, then stripped down to his nightclothes. When he climbed into the bed beside her, she stirred and turned to face him.

Read more at gⱯ????????????ν????????????⩼ⓒo???? "I was waiting for you," she said with a smile.

"How are you feeling? Did you eat better today?"

"Yes, I did. Madam Livia gave me some herbs that helped me keep them down."

Something in her eyes bothered him, and she looked pale.

"You are troubled. What's wrong?"

Pushing herself upright, she smoothed her hands over the folds of her gown.

"The head healer came today. He delivered the remainder of my medicines and told me some things…"

"What things?"

She hesitated.

"Please, don't punish him. It's who asked him questions about my condition."

He frowned.

"Sure, I don't mind. You needed to know."

"He spoke of… your instincts. And we both know what happens when they're not… sated." She averted her eyes.

"I've been thinking about everything and… the truth is, we can't bear for things to get out of control again."

Daemonikai sat up, ignoring the pounding in his skull.

"The possibility you may fall into an episode terrifies me, Daemon."

"It will never happen again, I'll make sure of that," he vowed, taking her face in both hands.

"Look at me, Emeriel." Slowly, her eyes met his.

"I would sooner hurl myself from the mountain peaks than harm you that way again."

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