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

Chapter 752: "I love you, too."

Aekeira's eyes snapped open. She tried to turn in his arms to see his face, but his hand stilled her gently, holding her where she lay.

"Rest, my princess," he murmured.

She stilled, but her eyes stung. Her heart was bursting. It was the first time he had ever returned those words. "I apologize it took me so long to say it." Vladya pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "But I have always felt it. Right here, in the dead shell you brought back to life. I love you, Aekeira Maranthine Evenstone."

She sniffled and smiled. "I love you too."

"Now I have distressed you," he sounded worried.

She gave a choked laugh, shaking her head. "It's a good distress." He chuckled, tightening his hold around her.

They stayed like that for a long time, Aekeira listening to the rhythm of his breathing, letting the silence wrap around them like a second blanket.

"I love you too," echoed in her mind, over and over.

When sleep finally came for her, she was still smiling. "Please, do not leave while I sleep."

She thought she might have already slipped into dreaming when his voice came. "I'm not going anywhere, my little, great bird."

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

"I told you to inform me the moment she awoke." Grand King Daemonikai's growl reverberated down the corridor as he loomed over the two trembling servants waiting for him outside the meeting hall. "What do you mean she is no longer in the fortress?"

The male servant shuffled uneasily, his hands wringing together. "I truly do not understand, Your Majesty. I inquired after her myself, and her handmaidens said she left the Citadel."

"Bring them to me, now."

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They bolted as though demons hunted their heels.

Daemonikai turned and stalked into the Grand High Court.

The meeting dragged on, his mind elsewhere the entire time. Why would Sinai leave her medications unfinished to embark on a sudden trip no one knew about? She didn't inform anyone when she'd be back and didn't think to ask for his permission as his bloodhost to arrange alternatives until her return. What was so important that she would leave like this while still unwell and not fully healed?

Something about this doesn't feel right.

When he finally emerged, evening shadows stretched long across the floors. Two females now stood waiting by the door, heads bowed low.

"Your Grace," one of them squeaked. "You su-summoned us."

"What is your name?" he demanded.

"N-Nora, Your Grace."

"Nora." He let the name sit heavily in the air. "Where is your mistress?"

"She left ye-yesterday, Your Grace, packing su-supplies." Nora's hands twisted in her apron. "She said she was go-going on a simple trip and would return soon. She… she did not take m-much gold." Her nervousness reeked. It stank of deceit.

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