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

Chapter 224

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 224

Emeriel moved gracefully across the room, carrying a tray loaded with vials and pouches, and placed it gently on the table at the far end.

Dressed in a luxurious red gown, her full princess regalia was on display. And Daemonikai was dumbstruck.

She was stunning.

Hell, she was more than stunning...only he couldn't find words adequate to do her justice.

There was something about her now, something that hadn't been there before.

Yes, Daemonikai had seen Galelia, and this female before him looked exactly like her, but there was something...more.

Was it the way she carried herself? A way only someone who has mastered the 'royalty poise' could manage.

"Good day, Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady as she focused on the herbs. "Madam Livia was indisposed this evening and has assigned me to deliver your medicines, I hope you don't mind?" Crossing the room to him, she held out a small cup filled with a dark, pungent liquid.

Hand-feed me, like you did when I was feral.

The words rose in his throat, but Daemonikai trapped them there. Instead, he extended his hand, accepting the cup.

"You didn't return," he stated, taking a sip of the bitter concoction.

She looked away, her tone cool. "I was busy."

Daemonikai tried to find something beneath that disinterest, but her face betrayed nothing.

He had seen her felt her-there with him on the Cold Sea. He'd been so alone, the icy waters dragging him down, his body numb and his hope waning.

But then she had been there, her heat pressing against him. Her voice a beacon in the darkness, talking to him, soothing him.

back when he had nearly given up. Her touch had led him

now that same woman, who had risked her life to save him, stood before

was your day?" he pressed, trying to draw her

tone clipped.

handed back the empty cup, and she rose to retrieve another vial from the tray. His eyes followed

volunteered. "For a bedridden king, my people certainly don't

returned," Emeriel handed him a platter of ground roots and plants. "Everyone rejoices. Celebrations have been held in every corner of the fortress." Daemonikai took a bite. "And you?"

blue eyes met his

couldn't read her. Her face had gone from relaxed to completely blank in the blink of an

was unnerving to see on a face

wouldn't be in this kingdom if I wasn't," she finally replied,

for it. "Emeriel, I want to talk to you about two years ago."

"There is nothing to talk about. I must take my leave," she said curtly. "Madam Livia will be here soon with the rest of your medicines." A glanced over her shoulder. "Good night, Your Grace." After she left, Daemonikai stared at the door she'd exited, the room's quietness suddenly too

have been better. Anger meant she still cared enough

anger. Only

he lost her

once he returned, once he was whole again, he could make things right. But now

ruined his chances with

stood before the mirror, the servants adjusting her garment. Yet again,

had I paid him a visit? she asked herself for the hundredth

from Madam Livia just to have

almost forgotten just how hard it was to resist that

dormant, she had naively assumed she would no longer be affected by

How wrong I was.

her body. It was all she could do to

whether

over these years... Years of carefully constructing walls, brick after brick with care, only for one night-just a few moments

her alone