That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 212

Chapter 212:

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“But if I do that—keep you so far away from your Soulbond after your entire being has recognized him—your soul will begin to yearn and wither away. Eventually, when your soul cannot take it anymore, you will die. He does not know you yet, so he would be fine, but you? You will die.”

Lord Vladya’s brow furrowed, his head tilted in thought. “I might not have any love for your kind, but I will not do that to you. To Daemonikai. He may not be ready for this now, but that does not mean he will not be in the future.”

“Once he has grieved, once he’s had time to process and accept that tiny little detail that your people literally turned his entire world upside down, he might come around.”

Lord Vladya’s gaze bore into her. “Let’s say, in nine hundred years. Maybe a hundred years sooner.”

Emeriel averted her eyes, the meaning he was implying crushing her.

He clicked his tongue. “Anyway, since I do not want your soul to wither away, you may remain here, close to him. But, as of today, I will put you on scent suppressors. Do you understand?”

Emeriel did not like the sound of that. At all.

Tears pricked the back of her eyes, but she blinked them away and gave a nod anyway. It wasn’t like she had any other choice.

“That is the only role I will play in this matter. I will not actively interfere to keep you two apart—no one meddles with that son-of-a-gun fate. I have no idea what game she is playing now, but I suppose we will all have to wait and see, will we not?”

Emeriel bit her lips, trying not to say a word.

“Rise.”

Rising unsteadily, she hastily wiped away the tears that had escaped her eyes.

Lᴀτєѕτ chⲁρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝗇ovєls.𝑎𝓂

For a moment, Lord Vladya studied her intently. His stern features finally softened. “It may not seem like it, but I am also doing you a favor. Perhaps, if five hundred years ago hadn’t happened, if your kind hadn’t played a role in the death of his family and his descent into madness, this wouldn’t be such a disaster waiting to unfold.” He sighed.

“But you are human, and he is the Urekai’s grand king. Our people will never accept this, accept you. And Daemonikai himself… You are too small for all that rage building inside him, Emeriel. He will crush you before you get close enough to attempt replacing all he lost.”

“I didn’t wish for this,” Emeriel whispered, her gaze fixed on her trembling hands. Tears blurred her vision. “I didn’t wish for any of this, Lord Vladya.”

“Fate is a cruel bastard, Emeriel,” he said, a hint of weariness in his voice. “I, more than anyone, know that to be true. As for your gender, you can either go to the grand high court and reveal the truth, or you can continue living as you have. The choice is yours.” Lord Vladya drummed his fingers on the armrest. “My advice to you? Continue living the way you are now. It will solve all your problems. Simply ensure you do not get caught, and stay away from Daemonikai.”

That night, Emeriel lay upon her bed, her heart a heavy weight in her chest. The tears had ceased, leaving behind a hollow ache that permeated her entire being.

Her gaze fell upon the scent suppressants neatly arranged on the nightstand. Lord Vladya had sent a generous supply.

His final words echoed in her mind, replaying like a haunting melody.

“I could still send you to the mountainside. No one knows you there. You could live as a female, become a servant, and work for a household. Our people may despise humans, but we hold Sirens in high regard. Every unbonded Urekai yearns for a Siren, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she might be their bondmate.”

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