That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 416

Chapter 416:

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As usual, Vladya’s eyes followed her every move. He couldn’t tear his gaze away.

It was as though the years had never passed. She looked the same as she had the day she left.

He clenched his hands together, fighting the urge to reach for her. The desire to touch her, to feel her skin against his, was almost unbearable.

“How have you been, Aekeira?”

Both of her hands wrapped around the warm cup. “I’ve been… fine.” He noticed the slight tremble in her hands as she took another sip.

Her eyes lifted to meet his. “How are you so… aware?”

Vladya shrugged. “I have my good days and bad days,” he settled into the seat opposite her. “Good days are like this. When I’m aware of the world and all it entails. But the bad days… all that is left is destruction.”

“That’s why you left the fortress,” she set the cup on the nearby table. “I became a real danger to them. I had to leave.”

Aekeira’s eyes darted anywhere but at him. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve.

She was avoiding him, putting distance between them.

Seated right in front of him, yet miles apart.

“Aekeira,” his voice dropped an octave.

“Mmm?”

“Look at me.”

A shaky breath escaped her. “I am.”

“You are a terrible liar, my little bird.”

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Her eyes snapped up to meet his. “Don’t call me that.” Tears brimmed in her eyes once more. But unlike before, when they had been tears of joy, this time, they were filled with stark pain—and anger.

She abruptly sprang up from her seat. “I c-can’t do this. I need to leave.”

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

Everything hurt.

Seeing him again was like tearing open an old wound.

His incredibly handsome face, the past they shared, and the pain that came with it, all combined in a rush of excruciating emotions.

Knowing she was still going to lose him again soon, that she would have to endure that same pain all over again… it was ten times worse.

She was already losing him, bit by bit.

One of his hands was now a paw, and Aekeira dreaded to imagine where the shift ended beneath his robes. I can’t do this again.

She had thought she could handle it. She had thought she was ready to face the past again. But now, standing before him, she realized how unprepared she truly was.

She wasn’t ready.

Lord Vladya rose to his feet too. “Don’t leave, Aekeira.” He took a step towards her.

Aekeira shook her head. “Please don’t.”

She had to leave because even though she wasn’t ready to face this all over again, she still wanted him. Pathetic, isn’t it?

She still craved seeing his face.

She longed to be in his arms again.

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