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

Hearing his own past reprimands thrown back at him wasn’t the most enjoyable experience–but Daemonikai owned it with a grunt. “Give me a damn break. I haven’t felt this bond in ages.”

Tradition dictated a Urekai never left their bond open outside of private quarters–whether with a partner or bloodhost. In public, shielding was required. Leaving it open meant exposure, feeling your bonded’s emotions in real–time could easily distract from court matters and other daily obligations.

“You’ll have to shield once we step into court,” Vladya reminded.

“I know. It’s only still open because Emeriel’s sleeping.”

“I understand,” Vladya waved off. “I was just messing with you.” Then he grew serious. “Congratulations, Daemon. I know how much this meant to you.”

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Daemonikai gave a silent nod, mouthing a soft thank you. “When your rituals are completed, and your soul is restored, you’ll also get to feel your bond to Ackeira in its fullest, pulsing, purest form. Everything you’ve been missing… it’s only a

matter of time

quieter. “We just have to pray the Oracle survives. The

bones in her body. The first and most

to give up.

had summoned the oldest and most skilled healers, the best shamans across Urai and beyond. For two months, they had tried every method: treatments, blood rituals, and enchantments.

elder shamans had formally requested permission to perform the Happy Repose ceremony–a ritual meant to ease a soul

had denied

not surrender her to death. Not

in the gardens when she

through the archway. “Em? I’ve been waiting for you! I needed to show you-”

finish, Emeriel walked straight into her arms, pulling her into a tight hug, as close

into her sister’s

circled her instantly. “Oh,

my world again.” Joy

across her features. “Oh my Gods, Em, you have no idea how happy I

glowing now, utterly beaming. “Last night… and this morning, Keira, it was beautiful. The most beautiful.”

don’t know how worried I’ve been these past few months. I didn’t want to pressure you or speak on it too much, but Gods, Em… I was afraid. That maybe you

she whispered to her sister’s shoulder. “I feel him again, Keira. I feel us.”