Chapter 270

Chapter 270

HIGH LORD HERODIS

He stood by the window, gazing out over the open field bathed in moonlight.

The night breeze whispered around him, carrying a lovely scent of grass and distant woods.

News of the court had reached his ears, and he couldn't stop smiling.

"I am so happy for you, my dear friend," he murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves outside.

"Who are you speaking to?"

Herod turned at the sound of the familiar voice, catching sight of Dale stepping into the room.

His son's sharp, inquisitive gaze swept over him as he entered.

"No one, son," Herod smoothened his expression.

Dale's brow lifted, his skepticism clear. "So now you talk to yourself?" He sighed, striding to the bed and flopping onto it with an exaggerated motion. "I told you, Father, this loneliness is starting to get to you."

"I am not lonely. I have you," Herod countered defensively. "Besides, I am not a lunatic."

Dale snorted, shaking his head. "If you say so." Leaning back on the bed, he propped his head on his hands. "But tell me, why are you smiling? Do not think I missed it."

Herod chuckled. "I am grateful, is all. Things are finally starting to look up for my friend."

"Friend?" Dale frowned for a moment before realization dawned on his face. "Oh, you mean the grand king's Soulbond? The human princess?"

“Uh-huh, that's the one." Herod's smile deepened.

Dale knew everything about his friendship with Emeriel...Herod had told him the full story a years ago.

to address the court," he informed his son, trying to

of incredulity, a tone Herod had grown used to over the years. "Heavens, of all the females to be friends with, you chose The Ultimate's woman? I'm still amazed by it all. You cannot

it was not

But please, refrain from making reckless decisions and taking

roll his

sir," he said lightly,

how often he assured Dale his relationship with Emeriel had

seemed to believe him. On others, he spoke as if expecting the main gates

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deliver swift vengeance for

son's worries stemmed from, however misplaced they might

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buy it. Certain his son had come back to keep him company, his arrival happening only three months

his boy, now reclining with his eyes closed, a deep sense of

and fifty years old, Dale was every inch the mature, refined gentleman he and Rivera had raised him to

him home. As much as he denied it, the

easier to bear. Just as

he missed her. Missed the case

glad she was back in Urai, and he was proud of the progress she was

let the cool breeze caress his face. The field stretched before him, endless, bathed in silvery

eyes briefly, his heart lighter than it had been

PRINCESS EMERIEL

journey beyond the fortress into the

tall trees while she held

both

finally reached a small cottage

came into view

surrounded by a picket fence entwined with

door, taking her hand as he led her inside. The interior pristine yet homely, held the

the space in

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