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

Chapter 687:

Until, eventually, he had stopped coming.

For centuries, the tragedies had continued. But he no longer felt them. Numb. Lifeless.

Tonight, he stood once more here, looking at the uneven ground, at the darkness that stretched before him. He took in the silver flow of the waterfall spilling down one side of the cavern. And the feeling he had been suppressing all day broke free. Hot tears spilled from his eyes.

Vladya let them fall.

Here, in this place, he’d never needed to restrain himself. This place alone had borne witness to his pains, his despair. And tonight, he wanted it to bear witness to this as well.

For the first time, he clung to these 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 helpless kind shed over a fate slipping through his fingers.

No. Tonight, the cavern shared in his joy. Tears of happiness so overwhelming he could scarcely contain them. Tears of hope that were real and touchable. Tears of excitement for a future worth enduring almost four thousand years of pure torment. Because every misery had led him to her.

And perhaps—just perhaps—everything would be all right in his world.

into the cool night, he was startled to see Daemonikai leaning casually against a tree like a

guess, but I figured

his footsteps

are you so far

tree with a lazy

run with my dear friend, who, in the near future,

into

time, he was the one to

heartbeat before his arms came around Vladya’s shoulders, his grip firm

to be a father, Your Grace,” Vladya

of how far you

exhaled a quiet

have thought,

would. I always did.” Daemonikai pulled back, giving him a solid

up on you, even when you gave