That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 672

Chapter 672:

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For his friend, for this moment, for the way Vladya’s world had suddenly, unexpectedly righted itself.

Finally, Daemonikai saw color in a world that had once been nothing but black and white.

And it made him—completely, immensely—happy.

The following month was a whirlwind of highs and lows.

On one hand, the kingdom basked in newfound joy. The news of not one, but two grand rulers finding their destined mates had spread like wildfire.

Whispers of Grand Lord Vladya’s human princess mistress—as many had once called her—going into heat and emerging as his Soulbond reached even the farthest outskirts of Urai, seeping into the smaller villages.

And with it, something changed.

The two grand rulers, whose minds had long been rumored to be failing, began to show remarkable improvement.

According to murmurs within the city, their grand king appeared visibly happier than he had been in centuries. He attended court more frequently, fully engaged in matters of the realm, and presided over official duties and festivities with a vitality unseen in years. The people had never seen their Grand King more alive.

So, they began to wonder… Were the rumors of his return madness false after all?

And then there was Grand Lord Vladya.

Unlike the First Ruler, the Third Ruler had confirmed his own rumors himself.

One fateful day, he gathered the people before the dais, standing tall, his voice clear as he proudly declared his mind was healing. That he was drinking more from his Soulbond, growing closer to her intimately, and with each passing day, he felt the difference. His mind was better. Clearer.

Once, the people of Urai had hoped their grand rulers would one day fully return to them, and everything would be as it used to be before the tragedy. But that hope always felt distant, like an unreachable star. But now, for the first time, that hope felt within grasp. They believed. And with that belief came the first steps toward stability. For their monarchy. For their kingdom. For the future of Urai itself.

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

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“You look so beautiful, Princess Aekeira,” Amie gushed as they stepped out of the Royal Residence.

“It’s nice to see you glowing.”

Considering how sick she had been over the past few days, Aekeira took the compliment in good faith.

“Thank you so much, Amie. Have you seen my sister?”

“She left early. Said she needed to visit an old friend.”

Aekeira smiled.

“So, she finally made the time to visit High Lord Herodis?”

Emeriel had barely left her side for days, fussing over her like a mother hen just because she had fallen a little unwell. Stubborn as ever, her sister had insisted on staying, refusing to leave—even for a moment. But now that she was showing signs of recovery, her sister had finally started to ease up.

Some days, it was hard for Aekeira to remember she was the elder one. Today, she was heading to the market—a small outing with a special purpose.

She planned to embroider a rope belt for Lord Vladya as a gift, which was why she had waited until he left for the hills before dressing up to go fabric sourcing.

“Lord Vladya left really early this morning too,” Amie said casually.

“He is rarely around the fortress anymore.”

Aekeira only nodded. She was well aware.

Lord Vladya had been so preoccupied the past week that, despite her moving into the next bedchamber to his in the Royal Residence, she barely saw him. But it was for the best.

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