That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 339

Chapter 339:

It was hard to put into words, but she didn’t feel like the girl she was before her heat. Usually, she was burdened by the weight of her secrets, the deceit and guilt. Her every moment was filled with anxiety and fear of being discovered.

But this Emeriel, the one staring back at her in the mirror, simply looked… resigned. Sad and resigned. Guess the sadness never changes. Perhaps it was because she had finally experienced a taste of what could have been, what she was missing. What was meant to be hers but would never truly belong to her.

It had felt like touching the clouds, reaching for the heavens, only to be reminded that it would never be hers.

It didn’t hurt, not the way she expected. For once, pain wasn’t the defining emotion. Maybe because she had been in so much pain these past few days, she had gone numb.

There was this bone-deep sadness. And resignation.

“Emeriel?” Lord Herod’s voice softened as he moved closer. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m alright,” she forced herself to smile. “Let’s go, please. I’m sure they must have noticed my absence by now.”

Lord Herod studied her a moment longer, then offered his arm, which she took gratefully. Together, they walked through the halls toward the main entrance of the estate. When they reached the gates, Emeriel turned to him.

“Thank you once again for everything,” she said softly.

“There we go again. Considering how many times you’ve said that, you sound like a broken record.”

“I’m sorry, My Lord,” she said. “It’s just… no one has ever been this kind to me before. In the beginning, I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It took me a while to realize there was no shoe, and after… everything, it still feels unbelievable. That you would be so kind. I guess it makes me feel better that you see my gratitude.”

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Lord Herod chuckled. “I see your gratitude, little Em.”

“How can I ever repay you?”

He took her by the shoulders and, with a final, amused smile, guided her through the open gates, remaining on the other side. “Repay me when you become the grand queen.”

Emeriel’s eyes widened. “You know that’s not possi-”

The heavy doors swung shut, his laughter fading into the distance as he walked away.

AEKERIA

Aekeira sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers entwined in Lord Vladya’s hair. He sat on the floor, his head resting on her thighs… close to her core.

A position so crazily intimate it had made her uncomfortable. But as she stroked his black silken strands and he nestled closer, a rush of warmth spread through her chest. She liked it.

It seemed now that Aekeira had finally put a name to the nagging feeling inside her, it began to blossom, making a home for itself deep in her heart.

Her love for him shone, forbidden and hidden, but alive nonetheless. Glowing like embers beneath the ashes.

The silence between them was a comfortable one. Lord Vladya still looked like he was struggling with sexlust, but there was no urgency in him now. His eyes were closed, but Aekeira could tell he wasn’t asleep.

“Merilyn was one of my oldest friends,” his voice was low, unexpected. “I watched her struggle with infertility for centuries.” Aekeira’s fingers stilled in his hair.

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