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

Chapter 327

Chapter 327

Chapter 327

That night, Grand Lord Vladya stood by the door, gazing at the figure sleeping exhausted upon his bed. He had been standing there for some time now, baring noticing the passage of time.

A part of him still expected this to be ripped from his grasp. Torn away like every other good thing before it

Even now, it felt surreal. Unbelievable.

He had a Female. His.

And she carried his child,

No one beyond their small circle knew of it. Vladya had not yet shared the news with his people. In time, he would.

But for now, secrecy was its own form of protection. The more concealed she remained, the safer she–and the child- would be.

His family.

Emotion thickened his throat. An ache both familiar and foreign. Those were words he never thought he would speak.

Words he never imagined would be something real, something his own.

Vladya’s eyes drifted to the sheets draped over her form, shielding her belly. He knew not what he sought to find, yet in the past few hours, he had looked at that belly more than he had in months.

How could something that once seemed so distant–like a far–off dream–suddenly be within his reach?

His thoughts turned to his conversation with the Oracle earlier.

can do? Something different to

had replied. “She is making you feel again, as one might raise dead bones. The more you feel, the greater your chance of regaining your

centers upon feeling.”

in hand. For one to truly live, they

more he was seeing Aekeira’s sleeping form.

of this small, blessed

out, closing the door quietly behind him. Yaz fell into step with him as he

he went to his cave.It lay hidden, deep within the woods. A place he

He had first come

that night, suffocating under the weight of loss and heartbreak. Then, by chance or fate, he had

time and time again, whenever life had proven

he had stopped coming.

continued. But he no longer felt them. Numb. Lifeless.

darkness that stretched before him. He took in the silver flow of the waterfall spilling

them fall.

restrain himself. This place alone had borne witness to his pains, his despair. And tonight, he wanted it to bear

walls, tears streaming down his face, but they were not tears of anguish. Not of suffering. Not of misery. Not the bitter tears of a life deemed unfair, or the

he could scarcely contain it. Tears of hope that was real and touchable. Tears of excitement for a future worth enduring almost four

misery had led him to her.

just perhaps—everything would be all right

startled to see Daemonikai leaning casually against a tree

a guess, but I figured I

are you so far from

a run with my dear friend, who,

one to step forward and embrace his friend. Daemonikai tensed for only a heartbeat before his

to be a father, Your Grace,” Vladya rasped.

am proud of

a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Who would have thought, hm?”

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