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

Chapter 263

PRINCESS EMERIEL

Gasps rippled through the court, stunned silence following.

Jaws dropped. The high lords and the grand lords.

Only Grand Lord Vladya seemed unaffected, one brow arching to his hairline as he leaned back in his chair.

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Grand King Daemonikai extended his hands toward her, his emerald eyes softening as they locked onto hers. “Come to me, dearest.”

Emeriel moved automatically, her feet carrying her forward before her mind could catch up. She felt dazed, her body acting on instinct as if pulled by an invisible tether.

Reaching him, she placed her trembling hands atop his, her gaze never leaving his.

“Her name is Emeriel Galilea Evenstone,” Daemonikai announced, his voice unwavering. “Ukrea has blessed me with the gift of her, and today, I officially show her to you so she will be accorded the respect and honor she deserves–as my woman, and as my Soulbond.”

A pin could have dropped and been heard. Not a single breath, not a whisper.

Or maybe it was just the ringing in Emeriel’s ears.

His words hit her like a tidal wave. His woman. His Soulbond.

He was announcing them publicly. Officially claiming her.

Her heart pounded a fast, uneven rhythm as if it might burst free of her chest at any moment.

hands a reassuring squeeze. “As many of you know, I lost my family centuries. ago.” Daemonikai’s deep voice rose in the stillness, his eyes sweeping across the room, locking onto each noble as if daring them

hasn’t been easy. That pain… I never thought I could heal from it–Many of you witnessed what it did to me–how I fell apart. Descended into madness. I never

hands, still intertwined. Slowly, she raised her eyes to his.

words ringing out with absolute clarity. “While many of you fought to eliminate my wild beast, she fought to save me. She offered her body and her blood,

They gasped again.

to look away from him. His words were so raw, so

released her hand, stepping back. Clasping his hand behind his back, he walked to the raised podium

grace.

his new vantage point, he faced the court once

she truly was, I sent her away. But whatever was left of my empty heart–whatever small measure of life remaining–went with her. A sickness took root in me. My soul was

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But she came for

lips, and she pressed a shaky

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when anger burned in her heart, she came back. His voice softened, though it carried just as far. “And she

a futile effort. They fell faster than she could

this kind, beautiful princess Ukrea saw fit to bless me with.”

is mine.”

eyes turned to her.

and disbelief, as if they were seeing her for

ached all at once. This is real, right? Heavens, let this not be a dream.

I hope, grow into something even more profound. So that one day, she may stand beside me as my

court erupted into chaos. That, apparently, was

shocked exclamations filled the air, echoing

you say such a thing,