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

Chapter 551:

She pressed his head to her midriff, her arms encircling him lovingly. As his body trembled in her hold, she stroked his hair soothingly, petting him.

“It’s okay to release it all. Do not give guilt the power it craves. Guilt peels away the salve on a wound, leaving it raw… scarred… never to heal.”

The wind swept through the meadow, tugging at their clothes, whispering through the grass.

“Everything around me dies,” he muttered, his tears soaking into her dress. “Everyone meant to belong to me dies.”

“You should run, Emeriel. Run far, far away from me.” Yet he held her tighter. “I should not have stopped you from leaving today.”

“And you, Your Grace, cannot run from me. Because this time, I will chase you to the ends of the earth if

arms around her tightened, pulling her impossibly closer. The raw emotions radiating from him were like waves crashing against the shore. He shook his head. “If I hadn’t rejected you the way I did… if I hadn’t sent you away, none of this would

Emeriel cupped his cheek, coaxing his tear-streaked face upward. His red, tormented eyes

this, but you did the right thing sending me away, and I’m so sorry it took so long for me

she held on, her thumb tracing circles against his skin. “You needed to find yourself. I needed to find myself. I was a slave, and you had been feral for centuries. You hadn’t even had time to grieve, to truly process your loss, and all of a sudden, I was thrown at you. Someone you did not choose. Someone

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trembled, and he didn’t meet her eyes, but

was ready for the severed bond or the pain it brought. But that separation was necessary. It forced us to grow. To understand what we truly wanted. We needed that time

head returned to rest against her

began to ebb, replaced by a sense of