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

Chapter 837 Chapter 837: "I'm fine," Emeriel replied, returning the hug before pulling away. "I'm glad to see you at the Citadel. You made the right choice." Lord Herodis nodded. "Thank you, Princess." His gaze shifted to her belly. "And how is the little one?" "Fine..." she said distractedly. Because now the colors were changing. The two sets of colors had drifted closer, intertwined into a single larger tone. One. Compatible. The thought startled her. Where had that come from? "Are you alright, young princess?" Lord Herodis asked, frowning in concern. "Yes.

Don't worry about me," Emeriel said softly, blinking a few times to clear the fog. Yet the colors remained. She kept a warm smile on her face. "I still can't believe you're a Dragaxlov." "Yes... no one knows," he laughed shyly, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It's just... it's a part of my life I never thought I'd see again." "There's nothing to apologize for," she said. "I understand perfectly. And most of all, I'm very glad you've decided to embrace your legacy. To take the throne." He returned her smile.

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"I have faith in you, my dear friend." His eyes lit up with a soft light. "Thank you, Emeriel. That means more than I can express." She smiled, waving him off and gesturing to Amie. "Do you know my servant?" Lord Herodis's attention shifted back to Amie. "Amie," Emeriel stepped aside so he could see her properly. "You haven't seen her before, have you?" "No." His soft eyes remained fixed on the girl. "I would have remembered." Amie gave a deep bow, trying to hide her face, her cheeks already flushed a deep red.

"My Lord." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amie." He stepped forward and offered his hand. "You are a beautiful flower." . . .