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

Chapter 870 Chapter 870: "Princess Emeriel, push!" came the urgent voice of a midwife. "I can't..." Emeriel's voice broke. "You must! You're almost there!" "I'm so tired..." "It's you who's growling now," Vladya said. "So tell me, should we... Enter or not?" Daemonikai grasped the handle, Vladya joined him, and together they pushed the doors open, ripping them from their hinges with the handles falling to the ground. A healer rushed toward them. "Your Majesties, you can't-" But they were already inside.

sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findηʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The rooms were dimly lit, bathed in the firelight. Emeriel and Aekeira lay together, their legs tightly pressed and their faces flushed from the effort and pain. Sweat ran down their brows, and tears gathered on their lashes. And when their gazes met their men's, both women's expressions overflowed with relief. Daemonikai approached Emeriel and dropped to his knees. He took her outstretched hand in both of his. "Daemon..." she whispered, her voice trembling and wet.

"Yes, my dear." He kissed her fingers, then her temple, brushing the damp hair from her face. "I'm here." "It hurts," she cried. "I know," he murmured. "My brightest star, I know." "I'm so tired." "I know, my beloved." He kissed her again. "But you're doing wonderfully." Aekeira's voice came alongside them, breathless and with tears in her eyes: "They didn't say it would hurt this much-" "I'm sorry, my dear," Vladya whispered, kissing her forehead and then her nose. Daemonikai looked into Emeriel's eyes.

"Riel," he said softly, "I wish I could bear the pain for you." Your next story begins at FindNovel . com "I don't want you to," she whispered, offering a weak, exhausted smile. He returned the smile, his heart aching with love. "Of course not. But we shouldn't keep our little one waiting. He's eager to meet his strong and beautiful mother." "And his legendary father," Emeriel added, breathing heavily. He nodded. "And his legendary father." "Hold my hand," Aekeira pleaded. "Always," Vladya promised.

"Here it comes, get ready!" Emeriel's midwife warned just as Aekeira's midwife shouted, "Push!" . . .