That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 455

Chapter 455:

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“Emeriel—”

“If you were going to plunge a knife into my chest and drag the blade down to my belly, the least you could have done was give me a warning.” Her body began to tremble, each breath a shudder that seemed to shake her to the core.

“Two long years of misery. You would think that when the bond went to sleep years ago, it would end, wouldn’t you? But no, the wounds kept spreading until every part of me was raw and scabbed, Your Grace. And they never healed.”

Daemonikai groaned, anguish rolling through him like a dark storm. “I am sorry. I didn’t think it through at that moment. I thought setting you free was the best decision. I was hurting, Emeriel. Overwhelmed. I never meant to hurt you this way. Please believe me.”

“I do. And that’s what hurts the most, you know.” Her lips trembled with a bitter, hollow smile. “Because I see the sincere intention of an aggrieved man beneath it all. A man who truly regrets the way things unfolded.”

The male whose world had come crashing down, forced to face the world again. I understand that.”

Her head hit the tree behind her, the impact making a dull thud. “I only wish it helped with the pain.”

When her head hit the tree again, Daemonikai winced at the sound, knowing it must have hurt. But she did it again, and again, as if trying to numb the pain inside by inflicting it on herself on the outside.

“Stop.” Pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other slipped between the tree and her skull. “Don’t do that, please.”

“The pain buried me alive and built a house over my grave,” she whispered, not missing a beat. “I lost count of how many times I wished for death. I even tried to kill myself once… to end it all.”

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Daemonikai felt sick. “Ukrae’s soul,” he cursed.

“I didn’t,” she blinked finally, but the blank, faraway look remained. “However, it took losing the best part of me to crawl out of my grave. I had to lose something so precious to claw my way back through those dark tunnels.”

There were no tears in her eyes, only resignation, acceptance. And that twisted his damn heart.

Her dry eyes and detached tone struck him the hardest. Daemonikai would have preferred tears, even anger… something that suggested there was still hope.

“Please forgive me.” His forehead fell on hers as he pressed his body closer to mold into hers. “Give us a chance.”

“And then what?” she asked. “We have no future. That much is as clear as day. I would never want you to forget your family because of me, but I won’t be a replacement for them either.” Her voice was hoarse, weary, yet firm. “Plus, you don’t feel anything for me.”

“I do,” he countered, his ill soul aching.

“Guilt, maybe. Pity, that too. But nothing more,” she conceded flatly. “You didn’t know Emeriel enough to feel more, Your Grace.”

Taking in a deep breath, she added, “You needn’t be burdened by those emotions. I’m a big girl now. I’m not that fragile little girl anymore. I won’t cry over you, and I won’t ask for more. I don’t want more.” She finally looked him in the eyes. “I merely wish for your soul to recover, for you to live a long, happy life, as best you can, despite everything that’s happened.”

“Hear me out,” Daemonikai groaned.

“I can’t do that. I don’t want to,” she said quietly as she straightened.

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