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.”

barely registered. Emeriel’s focus remained fixed

He closed the distance between them in an instant, his hands gripping her shoulders. Not harshly, but with the desperate strength of a man barely hanging on. “It’s not

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

mouth, muffling the sound of her cries. “And then I lost him. I didn’t even know I was pregnant. I…”

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

word, his movements

chambers and into

shoulders stooped, head

it hurt Emeriel to

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forward as if to follow, but she shook her head, silently

guard obeyed, though he

he wandered aimlessly down the hall.

the building and into the courtyard.

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

were

swayed and he staggered on his feet.

closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms tightly around his

whispered in a plea.

moment, he

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

she held him that way

into the distance, his breath coming in

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

breeze whispered around them, calm and gentle. If only its refreshing

embrace. He didn’t look at her as he began walking again in

before following. Two steps behind,

the meadow, the stars twinkling like scattered diamonds above them. The moon’s glow over the

the middle of the field, Daemonikai

him, watching as his shoulders sagged once

his knees, arms hanging limply at