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

Chapter 268

Chapter 268

PRINCESS EMERIEL

At the sight of Grand King Daemonikai, her pain dulled. Receded into the background.

All she could focus on was him. How to shield him from the agony she knew was coming.

“Daemon…” Her voice wavered stepping toward him, her head shaking slightly. He was never meant to find out.

“Is it true?” he asked, his voice hoarse and trembling. “Did we make a child two years ago and lo-” His throat worked, hard. “Did we lose a child?”

The dread on his face was undeniable.

His eyes were practically begging her to say no. To tell him it wasn’t true.

That it was a lie, a cruel jest. A fabricated story to placate Ackeira.

Emeriel saw it all in his gaze. The raw fear, the refusal to believe.

And for a passing moment, she considered lying to him. Telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Anything at all to spare him the weight of this unbearable misery.

But lying would not save them. Not from this.

“Yes,” she admitted. “I had a miscarriage.”

He staggered back as if struck.

“No,” he breathed, his eyes searching the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but her face.

“It cannot be.” He shook his head violently, as if trying to dislodge the truth. “It cannot be.”

Emeriel’s eyes leaked more tears.

Her sister moved in her periphery, wiping away her own tears. Ackeira met her eyes briefly and mouthed, “I will be back later.”

closing barely registered. Emeriel’s focus remained fixed on her Beloved. “Daemon,

his hands gripping her shoulders. Not harshly, but with the desperate strength of a

fresh sobs racked her. “I got pregnant, Your Grace. I carried your child. And then I…”

of her cries. “And then I lost him. I didn’t even know I

before suddenly falling away. It was as though all

movements slow and heavy, and began

of the chambers and into

stooped, head hung low.

looked so defeated it hurt Emeriel

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follow, but she shook her head, silently commanding him

head guard obeyed, though he looked plainly

two paces behind him as he wandered aimlessly down the hall. His steps

the building and into

ineeze swirling around them, tugging at their clothes. Emeriel wanted to say something- anything to offer

simply were

and he

between them, wrapping

in a

moment, he allowed

into her as though the burden

held him that way for a while.

distance, his breath coming in uneven

grateful. She didn’t know if she could bear to see him

them, calm and gentle. If only its refreshing touch could

look at her as he began walking again in slow,

following. Two

out of the courtyard into the meadow, the stars twinkling like scattered diamonds

middle of the field,

few steps behind him, watching as

his knees, arms hanging limply at

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