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

Chapter 236

The quiet concern in his tone startled her, and when she looked at him, his eyes were studying her with the same attentiveness that had begun to undo her.

She forced a smile, her worry fading like mist under the warmth of the sun. Because she knew, deep down, that it didn't matter.

No matter what side of him re-emerged when they returned to Blackstone, Aekaeira would still love him anyway. "I'm fine, Your Highness."

His expression tightened slightly, and for a moment, she thought she had said something wrong. Then, his tone grew firm, resolute. "Vladya." "Huh?"

"Call me by my name, Aekeira," he asserted. "Not Lord Vladya. Not my lord. Not Your Highness. Just my name."

Her eyes reached her hairline. A blush crept up her cheeks. "B-but...it's not proper."

He leaned closer, his voice soft, but no less commanding. "We're alone here. Go ahead."

"Vladya..." she breathed, tasting the word. It felt strange on her tongue, foreign and intimate, but there was something right about it, too. Her voice softened further. "Vlad."

Lust and possessiveness flared in his eyes. "My name sounds beautiful coming from your mouth," he murmured, his voice husky. "When we are alone, I want you to address me that way, Aekeira. I want to hear more of it." "Alright... Vlad," she agreed, her heart fluttering.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Did you know my symptoms have gone down since your return?"

Aekeira's eyes widened in shock. "They have?"

"Mmm," he confirmed with a small nod. "I have lived with this affliction for over three years, and I can assure you they have. It surprises even me."

He leaned back slightly, thoughtful. "Is it the joy of your return? These... new feelings I'm experiencing? Or simply your presence? I don't know the reason," he admitted, his voice dropping to a rare softness. "But I can feel it, Aekeira. The madness is still there... but it's not progressing. I feel better than I have in years." A pause. "I haven't heard the voices in weeks."

Her breath hitched, and her eyes stung. Oh, Aekeira, you're such a crybaby, aren't you?

But what else could she do? Every time he shared a piece of himself with her, every raw, vulnerable word, it undid her.

How she had lived without this, without him, for two long years, she would never know.

"So, yes, Aekeira," her grand lord added with resolve. "Let's go back home."

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

the last light of day had faded, and the cool cloak of night spilled through

the desk, arms tucked beneath

When had she drifted off? He had

asking insightful questions when needed, yet

ledger she'd been

recorded in a clear and organized manner

pride. Good with arrows, tending gardens, caring for the sick, hunting, and taking records. His woman was a female of

desk and crouched beside her. His eyes roamed over

my expense," he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Because why

and fall of her back lulled him, her breathing was deep and steady as

delicate cheek. "Who would have thought I'd feel my own heart race again? That I could ever look

hand stilled. But she

took

to the spirit world to find myself." He leaned closer, brushing a ghost kiss on her nose. "I'm sorry it took losing you to find

knock sounded

expression apologetic. "Your Grace, about the

pressed a finger to his

head guard snapped his mouth

Let's

voice no more than a murmur. "My apologies, Your

Daemonikai waved him off.

me to take her to her room? I won't

his. He crossed the

deeper into his covers.

Possessiveness surged

•

he had bathed

his nightclothes,

took his

the desk

quietly resuming his