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 market and guild records, the last light of day had faded, and the cool cloak of night spilled through the open window. Glancing over at his helper, he paused. She was fast

lay on the desk, arms

off? He had been so engrossed in his

asking insightful questions when needed, yet comfortable with companionable silence. Daemonikai enjoyed working with

the ledger she'd been handling, he thumbed through

clear and organized manner that would

at her, his chest swelling with pride. Good with arrows, tending gardens, caring for the sick, hunting, and taking records. His woman was a female of many skills. A treasure trove of fine abilities. What other hidden skills did he

His eyes roamed over her relaxed

thought you were a cruel joke from Ukrae. A mocking laughter at my expense," he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Because why do I look at

and fall of her back lulled him,

again? That I could ever look at you without guilt? Who would

But she

took

journeying to the spirit world to find myself." He leaned closer, brushing a ghost kiss

knock sounded at the

expression apologetic. "Your Grace, about the

pressed a finger to

guard snapped

Let's

more than

Daemonikai waved him off.

hesitant. "Would you like me to take her to her room? I won't wake her." "No need." Daemonikai lifted his woman into his arms and straightened. "You

he didn't turn left toward her chambers but right toward his. He crossed the room in

deeper into his covers. Like she belonged

Possessiveness surged inside

•

later after he had bathed

into his

took his

the desk

quietly resuming