That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 149

Chapter 149:

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“It’s far more than that,” Merilyn replied, her voice tight, her focus on the river a shield against Aekeira’s own emotion. “It is soul-shattering. With each failed bonding ritual, Vladya’s heart grew colder and more callous. His soul fractured. It seemed as though both heaven and hell conspired against his happiness. He witnessed other lords and grand lords go through the bonding ritual successfully and have a bondmate. He watched as they struggled to bear offspring, a struggle all Urekai knew, yet in the end, they built families. And all the while, his own bonding rituals consistently failed.”

“When I became his bloodhost a thousand years ago, love and family were no longer dreams for him.” Merilyn’s voice cracked, just slightly. “They were the ghosts that haunted him. He’d closed those doors, hardened, and simply brushed off any female advances by giving them the cold shoulder. Our females adored him; they all wanted him, but Vladya had shut himself off. He was done.” A shadow fell over Merilyn’s eyes. “Then, I fell in love with him.”

Aekeira’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected that.

Merilyn offered a small, sad smile. “I did. It was incredibly difficult to break through those walls he built around himself. He pushed me away more often than he drew me close. However, as his bloodhost, we already shared a unique bond. Each bloodfeeding intensified my feelings for him and gradually eroded his defenses. It took two hundred years, but I succeeded. He fell for me, and he fell hard.”

Oh, Aekeira didn’t like where this was going at all. She felt a growing sense of unease. “The bond… it didn’t form?” she whispered fearfully.

Merilyn nodded, her eyes welling with tears. “No, it did not. We knew that bonds between a master and his bloodhost rarely formed, but we were so in love. So hopeful… As his bloodhost, our souls were already connected, so it shouldn’t have been difficult, right?”

At that moment, Aekeira felt pity for this woman and for Grand Lord Vladya. Especially for him. Aekeira had imagined she would feel compassion for that male.

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Merilyn let out a shuddering breath, wiping her tears. “After that, Vladya withdrew from the world. He secluded himself. He became unreachable. Impenetrable. You can’t imagine what it’s like… to want something so deeply and have it forever out of reach. He longed for it so desperately, for over three thousand years, and yet, fate seemed determined to cast him aside. As if the stars themselves were mocking him.”

Aekeira couldn’t believe she was tearing up. Quickly, she dried her eyes with the back of her hand. “What happened afterward?”

“No one could help him. Not even I, his bloodhost and lover, could help him. But someone managed to reach him. Grand King Daemonikai. Only King Daemonikai kept him sane, anchored, preserving his sanity during those dark, dark times. Urekai Alphas are incredibly possessive of their belongings, fiercely guarding what they consider theirs. They are reluctant to allow another alpha too close, regardless of the strength of their friendship. However, the grand king integrated Vladya into his own family, making Vladya feel a deep sense of belonging. He was Vladya’s best friend.”

Merilyn’s eyes, still glistening with unshed tears, locked onto Aekeira’s. “Do you know why I’m telling you all this? Why this connects to his hatred of humans?”

Aekeira could only think of one reason. “Because of what happened to King Daemonikai and his family?”

Merilyn shook her head, her eyes brimming with emotion. “While that answer is not entirely wrong, it is only partially true. Six hundred years ago, after centuries of self-imposed exile, Vladya finally dared to open his heart to another woman. Her name was Tiara. She possessed incredible beauty and kindness, and she was adored by everyone. She was a child—barely eighty years old—but such a bright soul. It wasn’t surprising she breached those walls and captured his heart. Initially, he fought it. Hurt her, badly, to try and push her away. The things he did, the words he used…” She trailed off, then added softly, “You must have noticed that Vladya knows how to wield words like a knife.”

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