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

Chapter 719: I should be used to it by now. It had been four months. Surely, it should not hurt like this anymore.

Yet, it did. Like a burning sword shoved deep into her heart, twisted in, and left there.

It's all for the best.

"Look on the bright side," she said into the silence. "He's no longer suffering or in pain. Today, he was even celebrated. They all cheered for him, for being free…"

Of madness."

A flutter stirred in her belly.

The pain in her chest eased just a little as she pressed a hand to cradle the life growing inside her. Recently, she had begun to feel the movements.

Small, gentle kicks, like whispers of wings against her womb. The first time it had happened, she had wept with joy and rushed to tell Aekeira. Her sister had smiled through tears, eager for the moment she would feel the same within herself.

This young one… this beautiful life they had created together brought her comfort when so little else could. Hope that perhaps, in time, everything might be well again…

Her gaze drifted upward to the sky and its twinkling stars.

Is Mistress Sinai whispering all her love and adoration into his ear right now?

Emeriel expelled a shaky breath and tried not to think of it.

Tried.

"She is probably reminding him of all your inadequacies. She has a beast too. She can match his appetites in every way and form, not like you. Look at the broken thing you became when he truly unleashed on you. What kind of lifemate can you possibly be if you cannot take what he gives?"

A tear slipped free as she stared unblinking ahead.

"What kind of lifemate cannot bear the touch of her Beloved? Here you are, starved for his touch, so hungry for it that it's driving you insane, yet when he nears you in that way, you shut down."

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More tears trailed down her cheeks.

"When he tries to enter your body, you freeze. Wither. So inadequate."

"No wonder the mistress smirks at you whenever your paths cross. That look of knowing and triumph she gives you is because you're the punchline of a masterfully delivered jest right now."

"Please stop… I beg you." Her shoulders trembled as fresh tears fell.

"Why do you lie awake when the world is asleep, hurting yourself like this? Stop doing this to yourself."

Then, there was the failing vision. The colors that came and went with no cause or reason. Another weakness. Another thing she could not control. Emeriel had no idea how long she stood there in the dead of night, watching stars she did not really see.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Daemonikai found Vladya in Blackstone's training grounds. The clang of steel rang out over the open yard, accompanied by shouted commands and the dull thud of boots.

When Vladya sighted him, he signaled to Yaz, who immediately continued giving instructions to the soldiers before striding toward him. Something in Vladya's expression made him wary at once.

"Are you well?" Vladya asked.

"When am I ever?" Daemonikai turned on his heel and began to walk.

"It's coming again, soon. Tonight."

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