That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 667

Chapter 667:

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She had never seen his eyes glisten before.

“Who would have thought that I, Vladya Theriozydovkar Skyvakto, the male with the highest failed bonding record, the most cursed in Urai, would ever have a Soulbond?”

“How could you call yourself such things?”

“Because those were the names the people gave me, little bird.” His lips curved, even as he blinked hard, clearing the sheen in his eyes.

“Over the centuries, they made their way to my ears.”

Aekeira’s heart ached for him.

“Now, who would have thought?” he mused, stroking her hair with the lightest touch.

She pressed closer, until their noses brushed, until his breath mingled with hers.

“I love being yours.” She felt herself drowning in this enigmatic male who had become everything to her.

“My heart feels so full.” As full as my body.

“Who would have thought,” his voice almost lost in the quiet, “that I would begin to experience true happiness after giving up all hope of ever feeling even the slightest joy?” His thumb brushed over her lips.

“For the first time in five centuries… I believe her.”

“Who?” she asked softly.

Sending all my love,

Kiss,

Leilani

“Tiara. My dead bondmate.”

“Oh…”

“I watched her die, you know.” Sadness laced his tone.

“She was cut down by a human right before my eyes. After I recited the Hav’zie de Baah, and nothing happened, the cold crept in. It dawned on me that I would truly lose her. A female who had only officially become mine a week before, after millennia of failed bondings.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, wishing she could take away his pain.

“I was devastated. Shouting, begging her not to leave. And as she lay dying in my arms, she cupped my cheeks and said, ‘It will be alright.'” Aekeira’s heart squeezed painfully. She pressed a hand to it, trying to quell the ache.

“I told her it would never be alright again if she died.” His voice grew hoarse.

“I told her, ‘If you dare leave me, you are the most wicked being to ever exist. Not the gods, not the humans—you, Tiara.'” Tears slipped down her cheeks.

A single tear traced down his cheek.

“Those were my exact words as I pressed my hands against her bleeding stomach, desperate to stop the flow.”

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Aekeira felt his agony as if she had lived it herself. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel… familiar?

“Tiara smiled amidst the tears and told me, ‘This is not the end.'” Aekeira shivered.

“For five hundred years, I did not believe a single word of it. How could I? My world crumbled that night?” The shadow of the past lifted from his eyes, and the present—she—filled his vision instead.

“But tonight, for the first time in so long… I remember her words again. And now, they finally make sense to me.”

“It will be alright?” Aekeira whispered.

“It’s alright now.” Another tear rolled down his cheek.

“Everything is alright now, Aekeira.”

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