That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 459

Chapter 459:

Looking up at him dreamily, she reddened.

“If I had my soul,” Lord Vladya’s voice was low and gruff, “I would attempt a bonding ritual.”

Aekeira’s drowsy eyes flew open. Had she heard him right?

He nodded, his expression solemn. “I would.”

“Really?” she couldn’t help the small, hopeful sound in her voice. He nodded firmly again.

Aekeira’s heart thudded in her chest. He was terrified of the bonding ritual. He despised the very idea of going through that hell again. Yet, he wanted to do it… for her?

“I vowed never to have the ritual again. After Tiara, I swore off it. But if it weren’t so impossible, I would risk it all again. I would want you to be my bondmate.”

He toweled her hair gently. “I’m not a prize, Aekeira.” His voice was flat, but his eyes rested on her with a tenderness that felt almost surreal. “I’m a disaster. A burden. A nearly-feral one, at that.”

“You are none of those things,” she said fiercely, aching inside. “Don’t speak of yourself that way.”

He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching as he fought against his inner demons. “If you were Syren, and I had my soul, I would have fallen at your feet and begged you to bond with me. To be my bondmate.”

And I would have said ‘yes!’

‘Yes, I want more than anything else in the world to be your bondmate.’ I would have screamed for joy, so loud that all the animals in the woods would hear.

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she sat up and threw her arms around his neck.

His arms went around her, holding her tight… almost crushing her. Aekeira buried her face into his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as her shoulders shook with silent sobs.

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Aekeira didn’t know which she wanted more. To be a Syren, or for him to regain his soul.

Both.

She wanted them both so desperately, it hurt.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

“Kneel before she sees us,” he snapped.

Ottai cast him a look as though he’d lost his mind, then crossed his arms with a sullen sigh. “And why must I hide with you? I’ve done nothing wrong.”

Daemonikai leveled him with a superior look, one brow arched. With a resigned sigh, Ottai finally crouched beside him behind the sheltering rock, muttering under his breath. Together, they watched Emeriel in silence.

“Are you going to her?” Ottai huffed quietly.

“Yes.”

“When?” Ottai pressed, glancing at the king.

Daemonikai didn’t respond. For now, he was content to watch her from a distance, observing as she moved gracefully while tending to the gardens. Just like that, the tension from the day’s court proceedings dissipated. She was a vision in her elaborate gown, its golden patterns shimmering in the sunlight. Simply breathtaking.

Even his people admired her, which surprised Daemonikai. They were kinder to her than he expected.

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