That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 444

Chapter 444:

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Dearest. He had called her dearest.

“It’s me, Emeriel, not…” Not Evielyn. She almost said it, but didn’t.

The barest hint of a smile touched his lips. “I know.”

Okay. That was strange.

She had expected to see confusion, maybe even disappointment at being forced to return to a reality he despised. Instead, he looked serene.

Almost… happy?

He was awake, alive, and aware. That’s all that matters.

Emeriel pulled away, hating how she immediately missed the feel of his body as she rose from the bed. “I’m so glad you’re awake. Your people will be overjoyed when they hear the news.”

Gathering her scattered clothes, she quickly dressed, avoiding his gaze. Her hands trembled slightly as she fastened her garments.

Then, she moved toward the window, tugging open the heavy curtains.

Cool air rushed in, along with the soft light of dawn.

The crowd was still there. Humans and Urekai.

“They held a vigil for you,” Emeriel said softly, her eyes scanning the kneeling figures. “They were here all night, praying for your safe return.”

“Good people,” he murmured hoarsely.

“They are. They genuinely love their king.”

“Genuine love,” the grand king echoed. “I guess that is what every bond is about.”

Emeriel glanced over her shoulder to find his intense gaze on her. Her stomach did a series of flips, and butterflies took flight inside her.

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Okay, time to go.

“I’ll inform Lord Ottai you’re awake,” she kept her voice firmer than she felt. “He’s been with you every step of the way. This will make him so happy.”

“And you… are you happy?” King Daemonikai asked in a low tone.

Emeriel faltered. She was.

The first genuine happiness she had experienced in a long time, and she was trying all she could not to show it.

He’s alive! He’s back…!

“I heard every word you said to me,” the king confessed.

Emeriel reared back, surprised. “All of it?”

“All of it. The stories, the prayers, the words of encouragement.” His eyes gazed at her with a rare soft light in them. “You are one of a kind, Emeriel.”

She shifted, uncomfortable under such a look. “I’m just… me.”

As she replied, her eyes darted to the door with longing. But her bracelets lay on the table beside him. She had no choice but to move closer to retrieve them.

Sliding the cool metal bands over her wrists, Emeriel tried to ignore his closeness, the quiet clink of the bracelets filling the silence. Turning to leave, she took a step away—

His hand shot out, catching hers.

Emeriel gasped. Her first instinct was to pull away, but instead, she stood frozen. His hand was gently holding hers, yet firm, as if he too expected her to resist.

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