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.

when Vladya stepped out into the cool night, he was startled to see Daemonikai leaning casually against a tree like a silent sentinel in the darkness, arms

a guess, but I figured I might find

his footsteps

so far from

tree with

the near future, will cradle in his arms the greatest treasure

lips curved into

he was the one to step

his arms came around Vladya’s shoulders,

am going to be a father, Your Grace,”

proud of how far you have

exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his

would have thought,

Daemonikai pulled back,

you gave up on yourself. Come,