Chapter 693:

Perhaps in five hundred years, when he had spent every moment making it up to her, then he could allow himself to believe in the absolution she so freely gave. But not now. Not yet.

She fell asleep, pliant, trusting, clinging to him as if he were safe.

He traced her delicate features, memorizing every inch of her. Who knew when she would come to her senses and finally make the right decision to leave the monster?

But until that dreadful day, he would hold this radiant star as his own. Until the day his darkness became too strong for her light, he would hold on tight—like the drowning man he was, like the lifeline she had become.

“I hope that one day, I—Daemonikai Viperthefiov Naelzharoth—will deserve your love,” he stated, brushing his lips lightly against her hair.

“Truly… blessed is the womb that birthed a female such as you.”

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

“I can fetch my own lantern,” Aekeira tried one last time, but her sister ignored her.

bedchamber, watching as the final touches were made to her sister’s attire. Before the mirror, Emeriel stood in a breathtaking ceremonial red

and

the Lantern Festival. Their

had celebrated as slaves in plain clothes, hands raw from endless labor.

a world away from that skittish

the

of smoke at the festival.

hide

of the best parts of the festival! You already took the fun out of

“Yes.”

Aekeira groaned.

Grand Lord Vladya! If it were up to him, he would confine me to

Emeriel snickered.

with you, it’s almost comical. But you have been sick as a dog for weeks now, can you

said it is normal and to be

believe. A week had passed since King Daemonikai sniffed her neck and

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