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.”

registered. Emeriel’s focus remained fixed on her Beloved.

be.” 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

“I got pregnant, Your

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

against her shoulders before suddenly falling away. It was as though all his strength

a word, his movements slow and heavy,

chambers and into the

stooped, head

it hurt Emeriel to her core.

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

obeyed, though he looked plainly worried.

he wandered aimlessly down the hall. His steps were leadden, dragging

of the building and into the

around them, tugging at their clothes. Emeriel wanted to say something-

were not enough.

swayed and he staggered on his

wrapping her

whispered in a

moment, he allowed

as though the burden was

face, she held him that way for a while.

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

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

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

her embrace. He didn’t look at her as he began walking again in slow, wandering steps.

a moment before following. Two steps

like scattered diamonds above them.

the middle of

steps behind him, watching as

his knees, arms hanging limply at his

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