That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 340

Chapter 340:

“She tried every herb known to man,” Lord Vladya continued. “One time, out of desperation, she snuck out of Urai to visit the mages. It was a foolish thing to do, the journey was risky, and she had just one guard for protection. But she was willing to risk everything for the child she wanted so badly.”

He was talking to her. Sharing something personal with her. Opening up to her. Aekeira’s heart sang.

“The mages couldn’t grant her a real pregnancy, they do not have such powers. But they could give a fake one. They performed a spell that made her feel pregnant.” He paused. “That was over a hundred years ago. She returned so happy, even the cost of the magic didn’t sway her joy. Henry was terrified, but Meny… she was glowing with happiness. The magic lasted only a few hours, but in that brief time, she was the happiest I’d ever seen her.”

“What was the cost?” Aekeira asked softly, her hand resuming its gentle strokes.

“Paralysis.” Lord Vladya’s eyes remained closed. “Merilyn sacrificed the use of her legs for two weeks, just to experience four hours of carrying a child. Basking in the feeling. That was how desperately she wanted what Ukrae finally blessed her with.”

No wonder Lady Merilyn radiated such joy, even confined to her bed. Aekeira had a sinking feeling she knew where this conversation was leading.

“She’s my bloodhost, my dear friend. I should be overjoyed for her. I saw everything she went through, I should be ecstatic. And I am happy for her, but…”

His eyes opened, fixed on the wall. “When I look at that child, all I feel is pain. An ugly jealousy, a sadness so deep it festers in me. I’ve never had that. I will never have that.” He stated calmly, his tone aloof. “I almost hate that child. What sort of person am I that I would hate an innocent newborn? What sort of friend am I? Who have I become?”

Oh, my Vladya. Aekeira’s heart tightened in her chest. His words might have been detached, even clinical, but she was learning to read the subtle nuances of this male.

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He was hurting. More than he was willing to admit.

“What sort of person can’t feel true happiness for their friend without these ugly feelings tainting it?” He exhaled, the warm air caressing her thigh. “I’ve changed so much. Sometimes, I look in the mirror, and I don’t recognize the male staring back at me.”

“You should cut yourself some slack,” she said, patting his hair in a soothing manner, offering comfort. “You’re suffering through the slow hands of a looming madness.” It pained her to say the words, but she forced herself to continue. “I was reading about it the other day at the library. It helped me understand what you’re going through. People lose everything they are, bit by bit. All the kindness, love, and memories are slowly stripped away, replaced by hate, cruelty, the need to hurt and destroy. The abyss of nothingness.”

She paused, letting that sink in. “Not to mention your soullessness. How much goodness can a person feel when they have no soul?”

Lord Vladya shifted, turning his head to look up at her. His gaze moved slowly, taking her in.

Aekeira reddened as his eyes roamed her face, trailing down her neck and lingering on her breasts. Her nipples peaked under his stare. She made a small, shy sound, raising her hands to cover them.

But the grand lord’s hands were quicker, encircling her wrists and holding them gently but firmly in place.

His eyes dropped downwards, and he stared between her parted thighs. Aekeira felt utterly exposed, unable to hide.

At last, his wandering eyes came back to her flushed face. “How are you real?”

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