That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 671

Chapter 671:

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He stopped by Emeriel’s bedside. Her mini-heat should be abating by now, but Daemonikai did not want to take any chances. Pulling the blanket over her, he tucked it gently around her shoulders.

Then, he watched her. His gaze swept over her delicate features for a long while, ensuring she was truly at peace.

When satisfied, he finally stepped out and headed for the living room.

Vladya stood by the window, a glass in hand, staring outside. At the sound of Daemonikai’s footsteps, he turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder.

“Is Aekeira asleep?” Daemonikai asked as he approached.

Vladya nodded.

“She has had a long day… and an even longer night.” He paused.

“Emeriel too.”

Standing beside Vladya, both of them gazed down at the courtyard below.

Blackstone was alive with celebration, the revelry lasting all night and stretching into the morning. Firelight flickered across the cobblestone streets as cheers, music, and laughter filled the air. The city pulsed with joy, its people rejoicing—news of their ruler’s Soulbond had spread like wildfire.

But Daemonikai remembered the terrifying events of the previous day, and his mood sobered.

“Those sisters may be human, but their wills surpass even a Urekai’s. Ukrae truly blessed us with the strongest women.”

“He did.” Vladya swallowed, his fingers tightening around his glass.

“I keep thinking about the day Ottai and I acquired them. There are twenty-one human kingdoms, and yet, somehow, Navia was the one we chose to bestow our presence upon. The one we demanded a princess from.”

A wry smile tugged at Vladya’s lips.

“I bought Aekeira, and her little ‘brother’ bravely told me if I did not take him as well, he would always try to cross the Great Mountain just to reach his sister.”

Daemonikai let out a quiet huff of amusement. That sounded like his Emeriel, alright.

Vladya sighed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.

“Who would have thought the decision to angrily acquire these women would change the course of our lives? That we would find the greatest treasures in a land ruled by the very species we despised most?”

Daemonikai shook his head, equally amazed.

“Fate truly cannot be interfered with,” Vladya mused.

“That bitch. I always thought she hated me, yet she knew exactly what she was doing all along.”

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈𝗺 – 𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽

Daemonikai glanced out at the firelit streets, at the people dancing, laughing, raising their cups in celebration.

“Everyone is happy about this.” He lifted his chin toward them.

“Look at them.”

Vladya did.

Daemonikai turned to him, then slowly opened his arms.

Vladya threw him a sidelong glare before looking away.

“I am not a youngling. I do not need hugs.”

Daemonikai refrained from rolling his eyes. His famous last words.

So he waited, patient as ever.

A beat passed.

And then Vladya barreled into him, clasping him with a force that even Daemonikai had not expected.

“I have a Soulbond, Ancient One,” Vladya said, his voice hoarse.

Daemonikai relaxed into the hold, clasping him just as tightly.

“Congratulations, V.D.” Vladya wasn’t the only one who felt a knot in his chest loosen. He felt an overpowering relief.

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