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.

more I can do? Something different to make these spells

The more you feel, the greater your chance of regaining your soul. And the more these rituals work, the more you will feel and express.”

all centers

They go hand in hand. For one to truly live, they must feel.

mind returned, and once more he was

in the few years than he had in centuries. All because of this small, blessed human girl

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

to his cave.It lay hidden, deep within the

eye’s swept over the uneven walls, taking it in. He had first come

the weight of loss and heartbreak. Then, by chance or fate, he had stumbled upon this cave. He had entered, pressed his hands to

place, time and time again, whenever life had proven its cruelty.

he had stopped coming.

tragedies had continued. But he no longer

the silver flow of the waterfall spilling down one side of the cavern. And the feeling he had been

them fall.

this place, he’d never needed to restrain himself. This place alone had borne witness to his pains, his despair. And tonight, he wanted

face, but they were not tears of anguish. Not of suffering. Not of misery. Not the bitter tears of a life

of happiness so overwhelming he could scarcely contain it. Tears of hope that was real and touchable. Tears of excitement for a future

misery had led him

perhaps—everything would be all right

Vladya stepped out into the cool night, he was startled to see Daemonikai leaning

guess, but I figured I might find

approached, his footsteps quiet. “Why are you so

pushed off the tree with a lazy stretch. “I ventured out to share a run with my dear friend, who, in the near future, will cradle in his

into a faint smile. “Indeed.” This time, he was the one to step forward and embrace his

going to be a father, Your Grace,”

V.D. I am proud of how far you have

shaking his

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