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

Chapter 94: "Wow," Emeriel exclaimed, amazed by the revelation.

"Did you ever regret sharing your lifespan?"

"Never." Lord Herod shook his head firmly. "I would do it all over again in a heartbeat if it meant she would have survived her illness. Every Urekai longs for the fulfillment that comes from being bonded to another and sharing our lifespan with them."

Emeriel hesitated, his curiosity still lingering. "What happens when the bondmate passes away?" "Some believe that the remaining shared years return to the Urekai, but the truth is unknown," Lord Herod replied. "Since Urekai lifespans can vary greatly, with some living for only two thousand years while others for twelve thousand, there is no definitive answer. However, we Urekai are ageless. We do not age like humans."

Emeriel was fascinated. What would it feel like to live for hundreds of years? The concept was mind-boggling.

"My son, Dale, resides far away due to his deep love for nature and a passion for studying," Lord Herod's expression softened. "After Vera's passing, loneliness settled within these walls. I have taken a liking to you, Emeriel, and I hope we can grow close to one another."

As Emeriel made his way back to the fortress, his mind was filled with thoughts of his visit to Lord Herod.

For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of calm and tranquility. He had tried to read Lord Herod's eyes when he declared his liking for him, and while his gaze was intense, it wasn't predatory.

The rest of the dinner had passed in comfortable silence, and then Emeriel had left. Lord Herod had given him permission to visit again, and Emeriel knew he would. If only for the good food.

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Perhaps Lord Herod could be the answer to his and Aekeira's situation. He might be the only Urekai capable of providing the assistance they needed. Lord Herod stood out as the first genuinely kind-hearted Urekai Emeriel had encountered.

He had taken the time to engage in conversation with Emeriel, seeing him as a person rather than a mere object to be tossed around. Speaking with Lord Herod had proven surprisingly easy, far from the terrible encounters Emeriel had come to expect from Urekai.

Emeriel headed straight for Aekeira's bedchamber and noticed Madam Livia exiting the room. He greeted the head maid before continuing on his way.

Inside the chambers, Aekeira lay on the bed, reading a book. She looked up and smiled at the sight of Emeriel. The swelling around her eyes had subsided, and she appeared much better than she had in the past few days.

"I saw Madam Livia," Emeriel said as he walked in, closing the door behind him. "She gave me more herbs and informed me that I'd be resuming my duties tomorrow. I have no idea how she managed to keep me away from work these past few days, but I'm grateful to her. How did it go with that Lord?" Aekeira's eyes looked resigned. "How bad did he hurt you?"

Emeriel shook his head firmly and quickly narrated how it went with Lord Herod. "I packed food for you," he finished cheerfully.

Aekeira looked surprised as she took the bread and meat from Emeriel, beginning to eat quickly.

Emeriel felt a prickling sensation on his skin and scratched his arm to alleviate the itch. "What about you?" he hesitated. "Have you had any interaction with Lord Vladya since that night?"

"Fortunately, no. I haven't seen him, and I'll do everything in my power to avoid him. I hate him so much," Aekeira replied between bites. "Besides, now that he's hurt me the way he wanted, I'm sure he'll move on to the next human slave to torment."

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