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.

made an official statement, and my friend even got to address the court," he informed his son, trying to

the years. "Heavens, of all the females to be friends

told you, it was not like

But please, refrain from making

roll his eyes, keeping his smile

said lightly,

matter how often he assured Dale his relationship with Emeriel had been purely platonic, his son remained

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

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to deliver swift vengeance for daring to befriend

understood where his son's worries stemmed

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his son had come back to keep him company, his arrival happening only three months after

at his boy, now reclining with his eyes closed, a deep

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

for returning. Herod was simply grateful to have him home. As much as he denied it, the loneliness had crept into his life in

easier to bear. Just as Emeriel's companionship had once

missed it, he missed her. Missed the case with which she had once filled

was back in Urai, and he was proud of the

caress his face. The field stretched before him, endless,

heart lighter than it had

PRINCESS EMERIEL

long journey beyond

hours, Grand King Daemonikai ran like a blur through the tall trees while she held on

was both

a small cottage nestled beyond the mountains,

came into

surrounded by a picket fence entwined with flowering

he led her inside. The interior pristine yet homely,

moved through the space in

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