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

Chapter 226

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 226

She did not want to walk with him. Every part of her that had toiled, survived, and endured screamed against it.

Yet, she took a step forward, not away from him, but towards him. The people erupted in a chorus of approval, some clapping their hands.

In what alternate universe had she fallen into? The grand king calling her Beloved, and Urekai cheering them?

Emeriel had no idea what was real and what wasn't anymore.

"Thank you, beloved," King Daemonikai said, once again pressing a kiss to her hand.

"Please don't call me that," Emeriel snapped.

The endearment carried the sweetness of what could have been and the bitterness of what was lost. And it made her heart lurch.

His smile dimmed, and sadness flashed in his eyes. It was brief, gone as quickly as it came.

"Forgive me, beloved," he said smoothly. "I will take that into account."

She glared.

A broad grin lit up his face.

Emeriel almost swallowed her tongue at the sight. Never had she seen him smile that way.

Hell, she had never seen him genuinely smile. Period.

It tugged at her insides, and she stared dumbfounded as he led her to his waiting steed.

Finally, she caught herself. "There is no extra horse," she noted, her voice dry.

"You will ride with me," he climbed into the saddle, extending his hand towards her. "Worry not, beloved. I will not let you fall."

No, it wasn't that kind of fall she was afraid of.

Emeriel absolutely hated the way "beloved" sounded coming from his lips. She hated the thrill it sent through her, the way it awakened parts of her she had fought to bury.

She hated how much she wanted to hear more of it.

the horse, positioning her close behind him. He gave a

solidness of his back, the warmth of his body. Heavens, this was a terrible idea. A terrible, stupid, reckless

grand king glanced over his shoulder. "How was

fresh, Your Grace," she grumbled. Hesitated, then added, "I

most welcome," he said warmly. "The day

a male who crawled out of death's mouth, he's certainly in high

muttered under her

Daemonikai chuckled. "I

supernatural ears," she

too," he added, his shoulders

mouth shut, more startled by his laughter than

he announced. "Brace

his waist, holding tight as the

through the countryside, Emeriel

her hands, his hair tickling her face, the solidness of his back

ended sooner than expected, but when she dismounted, she realized just how far they

of Asbar Mountain stood ahead, its snow-dusted cliffs plain against the clear

remained, and even he turned his horse around to depart,

his horse," Emeriel

Daemonikai nodded, and Wegai obediently left the horse behind before

her eyes narrowing as she noticed what lay ahead. He

frames holding tightly drawn circles of straw, each one marked with a painted bullseye. Bows and

to unwind," King Daemonikai said, walking ahead

in the scenery. The well maintained fields, the swaying tall grasses, and the majestic peaks of the mountains

a beautiful place,"

the

me to center myself,

markings etched along its length. She ran her fingers over

the archery stand, positioned a good distance from the target, and with ease, loosed an arrow. It

Hey, come over here," he

of arrows to her back, Emeriel joined him

burdens that weigh on you," Daemonikai said

of caring for me must have been difficult. I

be surprisingly

the target, her fingers brushing the

useful skill for safety and defense," he continued. "In the days