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.”

closing barely registered. Emeriel’s focus remained fixed on

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

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

her mouth, muffling the sound of her cries. “And then I lost him. I

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

word, his movements

the chambers and

head hung

hurt Emeriel to her

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follow, but she shook her head, silently

though he

paces behind him as he wandered aimlessly down the hall. His steps were leadden, dragging like

out of the building

air was cool, the ineeze swirling around them, tugging at their clothes. Emeriel wanted to say something- anything to offer him comfort. But

were not

he staggered on

the gap between them, wrapping her arms tightly around

whispered in a

he allowed

weight, leaning into her as though

streaming down her face, she held him that way for a

stared blankly into the distance, his breath coming in uneven bursts, his

didn’t know if she could

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

her embrace. He didn’t look at

before following. Two steps behind, just

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

middle of the field, Daemonikai stopped abruptly.

watching as his

to his knees, arms hanging limply