That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 441

Chapter 441:

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Her head rested on his chest, hands clasped tightly in his.

“Emeriel…”

The soft whisper drifted into Emeriel’s dreams.

No… no, I just fell asleep, she thought groggily, her mind struggling to cling to the remnants of rest. I need more.

“Emeriel… wake up.” His voice.

Her eyes flew open.

It took her only a moment to remember where she was, why she was there, and whose warm body her naked one was pressed against. Whose hand was now softly stroking her hair.

Lifting her head, she looked at his face.

Those green eyes, once vacant and distant, stared back at Emeriel, this time full of awareness. They blinked slowly.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

“This place is beautiful,” Aekeira exclaimed, her sunny smile beaming as she plucked a delicate cherry blossom from a nearby branch. “So peaceful, too.”

Grand Lord Vladya couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Every movement she made, every step she took, his eyes followed.

He had brought her to his favorite sanctuary within the woods, a place he had discovered a millennium ago.

Now, standing there watching Aekeira, he realized that the most beautiful sight here wasn’t the blossoms or the tranquil scenery—it was her.

Aekeira had visited him every day, never failing to arrive with a bag filled with nourishing food, ripe fruits, and an assortment of herbs she claimed would be good for him.

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He hadn’t asked for it, yet she visited daily, taking care of him. Not only did she want him to fight, but she also wanted to fight alongside him. Judging by her constant variety of herbs, she had clearly paid a visit to the royal healer. Faiwick must have been all too willing to help.

Aekeira never came empty-handed, and she hovered like a mother hen to make sure he took every concoction. Of course, she attempted to disguise her fuss, and Vladya played along.

He knew if he acknowledged her attentiveness, those cute, fierce blushes would spread across her cheeks, and she would flee.

As much as he enjoyed watching her go shy and flustered, he had grown to like her constant hovering even better.

When was the last time any female had fussed over him like this?

With such genuine care and devotion?

Way too long.

Vladya hadn’t thought he’d enjoy it, but now he did. More than that—he looked forward to it every day.

“Is that not gardenia!?” Aekeira skipped over to the patch of white flowers. “So pretty! Em and I have tried growing them for years, but they always die on us. They’re notoriously difficult to grow.”

Aekeira’s enthusiasm was infectious. She could talk endlessly when comfortable, and when the conversation turned to things she was passionate about, like plants or her life with Emeriel, she became even more animated.

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