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

Chapter 885 Chapter 885: Daemonikai watched her disappear down the hallway before turning toward his room and silently closing the door behind him. His female stirred. He moved quietly toward her, as he always did, carefully lifting their son from her arms. The little one murmured softly, but didn't wake. As Daemonikai gently placed Daesovxscar on the bed, Emeriel stirred again, her lashes fluttering. He had noticed this pattern, a habit she had developed. No matter how gently he lifted the child, her body always felt the absence.

It was sweet, this bond between them, but it also saddened him. She needed rest more than anything. "Daemon?" she murmured, rubbing her eye. "You're back." "Yes." His voice was soft. "Come, my most beautiful star. Lie with me." He stood, extending his hand. She moved toward him, stepping into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down until her cheek rested on his shoulder. And so, the tension in him dissolved, and he relaxed into her embrace. She always knew. She knew how hard it had been for him to face Zaiper again.

Choosing to enter that cell, confronting the one who had caused the darkest years of his life, asking him why. She knew what Zaiper would say, but he wanted to hear it anyway. And he had confirmed it. All for the throne. Every betrayal, manipulation, and exchange of dark magic... every life taken, all in the name of greed and blind ambition. And I had been blind to it. Ignoring the signs, dismissing the underground currents that erode how far one is willing to go to gain power. Never again. "Punish him as you see fit," Emeriel's voice was a whisper in the silence.

"He deserves everything that happens to him and more." "Oh, I already know that." Daemonikai caressed her neck, inhaling her scent. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findηovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Gal no ve l s . com hosts your favorite stories "I have big plans for him, but I'll spare you the details. His name isn't worth disturbing the sand beneath your feet, let alone your ears." He slid his arms beneath her, lifting her effortlessly; her legs wrapped around his waist without hesitation.

He carried her to the sofa, sat down, and held her there, her body pressed tightly against his chest, his heart beating slow and steady against hers. . . .