That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

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

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 imagine the fear I felt

told you, it was not

know you're lonely, Father. I get it. But please, refrain from making reckless decisions and taking deadly

urge to roll his eyes, keeping his smile

lightly, humor dancing in his

he assured Dale his relationship with Emeriel had been purely platonic, his

On others, he spoke as if expecting the main gates to burst open, the grand

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in to deliver swift vengeance for daring to

his son's worries stemmed from, however misplaced they

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not buy it. Certain his son had come back to keep him company, his arrival happening only three months after

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

inch the mature, refined gentleman he and Rivera had raised him to

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

son's presence made it easier to bear. Just as Emeriel's companionship had once

it, he missed her. Missed the case

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

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

his heart lighter than it had been in

PRINCESS EMERIEL

long journey beyond the fortress

the tall trees while she held on tight,

ride was both exhilarating and

a small cottage

structure came into view

by a picket fence entwined with flowering vines.

he led her inside. The interior pristine yet homely, held the faint scent of lavender in

space in a companionable