That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 446

Chapter 446:

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Hoping that she would walk through the door all on her own.

Three more days crawled by.

The good news was: he felt like his old self again. Perhaps even stronger. More focused.

His strength was fully restored, and tonight, the last of his herb treatment would be delivered. Tonight marked the end of his confinement.

Despite being bedridden, two days ago, he had resumed his royal duties. There was so much to do, and Daemonikai was already going crazy from all the inactivity.

So he conducted meetings in his chambers, devising strategies to combat the famine while waiting for the rain. He had summoned the rainmakers the day before, and the ritual to beseech the skies to open… to draw down the long-needed rain… was already underway.

So far, all news was positive.

Except for one glaring absence. Emeriel.

No sight of her. Not a sign of her… for six long days.

As night fell, Daemonikai lay in bed, awaiting his final dose, while catching up on the news sheets detailing events he’d missed during his absence. Or at least, he tried to.

What he was actually doing was grinding his teeth together in frustration while staring at pamphlets.

She hadn’t come.

And Daemonikai ached to see her again.

He wanted—no, needed—to see her again.

“Once I’m free from this godforsaken bed, I will hunt her down,” he grunted aloud.

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“Your medicine is here, Your Grace,” his steward announced.

“Send them in.”

Her scent hit him first.

Every cell in his body, every fiber of his being awakened to it. His racing mind, his empty heart, and even his dying soul.

Slowly, Daemonikai lifted his eyes from the news sheets… and there she was.

Emeriel moved gracefully across the room, carrying a tray loaded with vials and pouches, and placed it gently on the table at the far end. Dressed in a luxurious red gown, her full princess regalia was on display. And Daemonikai was dumbstruck.

She was stunning.

Hell, she was more than stunning… only he couldn’t find words adequate to do her justice.

There was something about her now, something that hadn’t been there before.

Yes, Daemonikai had seen Galelia, and this female before him looked exactly like her, but there was something… more.

Was it the way she carried herself? A way only someone who had mastered the “royalty poise” could manage?

“Good day, Your Majesty,” she said, her voice steady as she focused on the herbs. “Madam Livia was indisposed this evening and has assigned me to deliver your medicines. I hope you don’t mind?”

Crossing the room to him, she held out a small cup filled with a dark, pungent liquid.

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