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.

his strong, calloused one, and he effortlessly lifted her onto the horse, positioning her close behind

the warmth of his body. Heavens, this

grand king glanced over his shoulder. "How

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

he said warmly. "The day is beautiful,

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

muttered under

Daemonikai chuckled. "I

supernatural ears,"

added, his shoulders

her mouth shut, more startled

prepared something for us," he announced. "Brace yourself." He

her arms wrapped around his waist, holding tight as the horse surged

through the countryside, Emeriel fought to feel

face, the solidness of his back against

than expected, but when she dismounted, she realized just how

Asbar Mountain stood ahead, its

had the rest of the entourage dispersed? Only Wegai remained, and even

his horse," Emeriel

left the horse

she noticed what lay ahead. He

circles of straw, each one marked with a painted bullseye. Bows and quivers filled with arrows rested on a

unwind," King Daemonikai said, walking ahead with his hands clasped behind his

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

a beautiful

stopping at the makeshift table and selecting

for me to center myself, to

traced the elegant bow, noticing the royal markings etched along its length.

a good distance from the target, and

over here,"

of arrows to her

breathe, to release the burdens that weigh on you," Daemonikai

been difficult. I figured this would be

be surprisingly

target,

he continued. "In the days of