That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 448

Chapter 448:

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Why had I paid him a visit? she asked herself for the hundredth time. There was no logical reason to take the medicines from Madam Livia just to have an excuse to see him.

Two years had passed, and Emeriel had almost forgotten just how hard it was to resist that male.

Or perhaps, with their bond dormant, she had naively assumed she would no longer be affected by him.

How wrong I was.

Seeing him awake and hearty, those mesmerizing green eyes on her, had sent jitters through her body. It was all she could do to suppress the tremors that threatened to overtake her. Emeriel didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

She had built herself up over these years… years of carefully constructing walls, brick after brick with care, only for one night—just a few moments in his presence—to make those walls quake and the foundations tremble.

“Thank you,” she said as the servants finished. “You may leave.” They filed out, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

“There is no bond between you two anymore,” Emeriel told her reflection firmly. “You have no business feeling this way. You didn’t work this hard, become this strong, just to fall down the same rabbit hole again.”

What had he wanted to tell her?

As she walked back to her chambers last night, curiosity had nagged at her. Even now, it still disturbed her. The question itched at the edges of her mind.

But Emeriel did what she did best. She suppressed it.

Sometimes, there’s wisdom in ignorance. Peace in not knowing. It’s better not to know.

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A knock echoed through the room. “Deliveries, Princess!”

Crossing to the door, she opened it to find a basket of flowers left on her doorstep.

A faint smile touched her lips. It was no surprise.

Every morning since the grand king’s awakening, she had received many flowers from the Urekai people. They piled the gifts by her door like some sort of peace offering.

Their attitude had changed so much since her return. Some days, Emeriel still had a hard time fully believing it.

But their gestures stirred a warm joy deep inside her. A hope that was… hesitant. Wary.

In some way, a defensive part of her was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the hate and chaos.

Today’s offering was a bouquet of vibrant red lilies. Lifting the basket, Emeriel brought it to her nose.

The scent washed over her, soothing her frayed nerves like rain on a free, sunny day, and just like that, her tension drained away.

Nothing like the smell of fresh flowers to start her day.

Another knock startled her. “Deliveries, Your Highness.”

Emeriel lowered the lilies. The servant held an even larger, more extravagant basket overflowing with flowers.

The servant gave a respectful bow. “From His Majesty, the king.”

Daisies.

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