That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 223

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 223

PRINCESS EMERIEL "You're awake," Emeriel breathed, unable to believe her eyes.

King Daemonikai gave a slow, weak nod. "I am." Emeriel shoved down the giddy happiness that rose. "How do you feel?"

"Tired." King Daemonikai rasped. "Dearest."8

Dearest.

He had called her dearest.

"It's me, Emeriel, not..." Not Evielyn. She almost said it, but didn't.

The barest hint of a smile touched his lips. "I know."

O...kay. That was strange.

She had expected to see confusion, maybe even disappointment at being forced to return to a reality he despise. Instead, he looked serene. Almost...happy?

He was awake, alive, and aware. That's all that matters.

Emeriel pulled away, hating how she immediately missed the feel of his body as she rose from the bed. "I'm so glad you're awake. Your people will be overjoyed when they hear the news." Gathering her scattered clothes, she quickly dressed, avoiding his gaze. Her hands trembled slightly as she fastened her garments.

Then, she moved toward the window, tugging open the heavy curtains. Cool air rushed in, along with the soft light of dawn.

The crowd was still there. Humans and Urekai.

"They held a vigil for you," Emeriel said softly, her eyes scanning the kneeling figures. "They were here all night, praying for your safe return." "Good people," he murmured, hoarsely.

"They are. They genuinely love their king."

"Genuine love," the grand king echoed. "I guess that is what every bond is about."

Emeriel glanced over her shoulder to find his intense gaze on her. Her stomach did a series of flips, and butterflies took flight in there.

Okay, time to go.

every step in the way. This will make him so happy." "And

Emeriel faltered. She was.

she had experienced in a long time, and she

He's alive! He's back...!

you said to

back, surprised. "All

gazed at her with a rare soft light in them. "You are one

she replied, her eyes darted to the door with longing. But, her bracelets lay on the table beside him. She had no choice but to move closer to

she took a step away-

His hand was gently holding hers, yet firm, as if he too expected her to resist. "Thank you

stared at their joined hands. "I know

like that again. As

grew brighter. Then, quietly,

she knew. "Did you hear about the attempt on your

he released her hand, his face hardening. "Ottai has

at her hand. "If you'll excuse me, Your

"Emeriel?"

fluttered again. She paused at the

for saving

years ago. It's only right

later," he said in a

couldn't have walked away

did not return the rest of the

Nor the day after.

itself, his strength gradually returned. As the days

of progression had mercifully ceased. No sign of

Daemonikai hated most about illnesses was the confinement. Ottai and his people

the last of his herbs and potions had worked their

of rare meat. A famine

up

away.

up on him, even when Daemonikai had long given

now, their concern bordered on overbearing. Their insistence on his complete rest meant he was bound to the bed like a prisoner until

days dragged by, his world revolving around his bedchambers. And with them came