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

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.”

focus

closed the distance between them in an instant, his hands gripping her shoulders. Not harshly, but with the

is.” Her face scrunched as fresh sobs racked her. “I got pregnant, Your Grace. I carried your

muffling the sound of her cries. “And then I

hands trembled against her shoulders before suddenly falling away. It was as though all his strength had left him in

his movements

of the chambers and

stooped, head

it hurt

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if to follow, but she shook her head, silently commanding him to stay back.

head guard obeyed, though he looked plainly

Darmonikai, keeping two paces behind him as he wandered aimlessly down the hall. His steps were leadden, dragging like each one

out of the building and into the courtyard.

clothes. Emeriel wanted to say something- anything to offer him comfort. But no words came

simply were not

body swayed and he

quickly closed the gap between them, wrapping her

whispered in

a moment, he allowed

her bear half his weight, leaning into her as though the burden was

she held him that way for a while.

his breath coming in uneven bursts, his eyes

Emeriel was grateful. She didn’t know if she could bear to see him cry. It would surely destroy

gentle. If only its refreshing touch could

last, Daemonikai straightened, stepping out of her embrace. He didn’t look at her as he began walking again in slow,

before following. Two steps behind, just

out of the courtyard into the meadow, the stars twinkling like scattered diamonds above them. The moon’s

they reached the middle of the field, Daemonikai stopped

watching as his shoulders sagged once more in

his knees, arms hanging