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.

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

Emeriel faltered. She was.

happiness she had experienced in a long time, and she was

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

said to me," the king

surprised.

of encouragement." His eyes gazed at her with a rare soft light in them. "You are one of a kind, Emeriel." She shifted, uncomfortable under such look. "I'm

longing. But, her bracelets lay on the table beside him. She had no choice but to move closer to retrieve them. Sliding the cool metal bands over her wrists, Emeriel tried

a step away- His hand shot out,

she stood on frozen feets. His hand was gently holding hers, yet firm, as if he too expected her to

you... are you not angry that I did?" Emeriel stared at their joined hands. "I know you sent me away because you didn't want

was looking at her like that again. As if seeing

grew brighter. Then, quietly, "I didn't... at that

That much she knew. "Did you hear about the attempt on your life?" she asked, changing the

her hand, his face hardening. "Ottai has already begun the

her hand. "If you'll excuse me, Your Highness." He took his time

"Emeriel?"

butterflies at the pit of her stomach fluttered again. She paused at the

you for saving my

mine too, two years ago. It's

said in a low

couldn't have walked

DAEMONIKAI She did not return

Nor the day after.

body slowly mended itself, his strength gradually returned. As the days passed, he began to

mercifully ceased. No sign

confinement. Ottai and his

was not to rise until the last of his herbs and potions had worked their magic.. Until his

sent him gifts. Bunches of medicinal fragrance plants, cuts of rare meat. A famine ravaged the land, yet they still gave what

stepped up as the ultimate ruler he was, and stopped

pushed the guilt away. Better late than

given up on him, even when Daemonikai had

meant he was bound to the bed like a prisoner until he finished the last of the strengthening

by, his world revolving around his bedchambers. And with them