That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 338

Chapter 338:

“You should save your tears, Aekeira,” Lord Vladya stated, his blurred figure now standing at the foot of the bed. “I am a monster, and there are more paths like this one to walk in the future. I do not need to deal with… this. Leave and have your breakdown elsewhere. I do not have the patience for petty little humans who—”

Aekeira moved to her knees on the bed, closing the distance between them, and threw her arms around his waist.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse from taking him deep in her throat. She blinked hard, tears flowing freely, her vision clearing. “I am grateful, Your Majesty.”

Lord Vladya stood rigid against her, stiff as a board.

Aekeira only tightened her hold, allowing the tears to flow without restraint. She loved him. She. Loved. Him.

She had feelings for this male who had hurt her more times than she could count, who teetered on the edge of madness. Who scowled at the world and had no smiles to share, who had known so much pain and found comfort in his darkness. And yet, she loved him with a fierceness that frightened her.

He was no fairytale prince. No shining knight she’d dreamed of as a young girl. He was far from perfect.

He was scarred, wounded, and dangerous.

But he was hers.

This love was not gentle or kind. It was raw and painful, like a fresh wound that would never heal.

Was love supposed to hurt this much? Aekeira wondered. Because hers did.

She buried her face against his chest, letting the tears fall unchecked. The warmth of his tensed body against hers, the strength of his presence, was both a comfort and a reminder of the danger he was.

M𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

But Aekeira didn’t care.

She loved him—flaws, darkness, and all.

EMERIEL

Emeriel slipped into the last of her clothes, catching sight of her reflection in the tall, elegant wooden-framed mirror.

A sad, almost bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she stared at the girl looking back at her. It wasn’t Princess Galilea in the reflection, but Emeriel.

“Thank you,” she murmured sincerely.

The household slaves bowed deeply before filing silently out of the bedchamber. Emeriel sighed.

The servants had drawn her a bath, helped her dress, and assisted with her ablutions. No matter how she hinted or outrightly stated her ability to take care of herself, Lord Herod either ignored her or deflected easily. They even tied her chest bindings.

Emeriel glanced at her chest. The binds were looser than normal, her breasts still tender and swollen from her recent heat. For that, she wore three layers of shirts.

Taking a breath, Emeriel let the moment sink in. Finally. It’s all over.

“Are you ready to go, little one?” Lord Herod’s voice broke the quiet. He stood by the open door, waiting patiently.

She nodded, turning to him. “Thank you for everything.”

He leaned against the doorframe. “How does it feel to be going back to the real world?”

Emeriel stared at her reflection once more. She felt… different.

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