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

Chapter 859 Chapter 859: "I remember that no soul should hold on... but now it returns." Vladya stood in front of Aekeira, cupping her face with both hands and gazing intently at her. "Who do you see, Aekeira?" "Tiara." The room fell silent. A breathless silence. "I've seen her in dreams three times," Aekeira continued. "At first, I didn't understand what I was seeing. When I woke up, it was always vague and blurry, so I ignored it. But it kept coming back. The same dream. The same words." Lord Vladya's hands dropped, taking a step back as if struck. "I...

I don't believe it." "I see you with her. By the river," Aekeira whispered. "You were lying together on the grass..." "No. I. Don't. Believe it," he repeated more firmly, though his voice trembled. "Promise me... that if our bonding ritual doesn't work, you won't fall apart," Aekeira mimicked in a soft, melodic voice. Gasps filled the room. Lord Ottai. Morina. Even the Great King himself. Vladya paled, his lips parting in stunned disbelief. A faint, sad smile brushed Aekeira's lips.

"And you shook your head and said, 'I can't promise that, Tiara.'" "Holy lands of the bewildered..." Lady Morina sighed. "And before the bonding ritual," Aekeira continued, "you said you'd destroy me if our bond failed, but what would hurt me more is knowing that you will. Annihilate me. I want to bond with you more than anything... but sometimes I wish we hadn't tried. It's better..." "Not knowing it... is..." "It's better not to try..." Lord Vladya finished in a whisper. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Your source: glnvls. Aekeira nodded, blinking quickly. "I didn't see much more, but I've had the dream over and over. I should have told you earlier. I'm sorry, my love." Emeriel could only stare, stunned. Aekeira... my sister... a reincarnation. Of Vladya's bondmate? "How is this...?" Vladya gasped, his gaze flicking from Aekeira's face to her swollen abdomen and back again. "How is this possible?" "You made it possible," the Oracle said finally. "By performing the exchange." Vladya turned to her slowly, his eyes wide. "Hav'zie de Baah?" "Hav'zie de Baah," she repeated.

"The spell worked, Great Lord Vladya." The chosen human female, Pandora, was destined to have only one blessed child. That was her fate. But your dark spell, woven with the remnants of a heart so broken that even the gods... . . .