That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 693

Chapter 693:

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Perhaps in five hundred years, when he had spent every moment making it up to her, then he could allow himself to believe in the absolution she so freely gave. But not now. Not yet.

She fell asleep, pliant, trusting, clinging to him as if he were safe.

He traced her delicate features, memorizing every inch of her. Who knew when she would come to her senses and finally make the right decision to leave the monster?

But until that dreadful day, he would hold this radiant star as his own. Until the day his darkness became too strong for her light, he would hold on tight—like the drowning man he was, like the lifeline she had become.

“I hope that one day, I—Daemonikai Viperthefiov Naelzharoth—will deserve your love,” he stated, brushing his lips lightly against her hair.

“Truly… blessed is the womb that birthed a female such as you.”

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

“I can fetch my own lantern,” Aekeira tried one last time, but her sister ignored her.

She sat patiently in Emeriel’s bedchamber, watching as the final touches were made to her sister’s attire. Before the mirror, Emeriel stood in a breathtaking ceremonial red gown. The elaborate embroidery caught the light like tiny stars woven into silk.

She looked breathtaking—poised and elegant as ever.

Tonight was the Lantern Festival. Their second.

The first they had celebrated as slaves in plain clothes, hands raw from endless labor. But today, they attended as princesses.

Dressed in gowns made by the finest seamstresses in Urai, commissioned by their males, they were a world away from that skittish girl and her brave little brother. Outside the chamber, their soldiers and maids stood waiting, ready to escort them to the arena.

Emeriel turned slowly, smoothing the delicate folds of her dress.

“There will be plenty of smoke at the festival. It is not good for you or the baby.”

Aekeira did not hide her dramatic sigh.

“Come now, you know making and releasing a lantern is one of the best parts of the festival! You already took the fun out of the crafting—now you would deny me the release as well?”

“Yes.”

Aekeira groaned.

“I do not know who is more overbearing, you or Grand Lord Vladya! If it were up to him, he would confine me to the residence and prevent me from any activity at all.”

Emeriel snickered.

“I see how he is with you, it’s almost comical. But you have been sick as a dog for weeks now, can you truly blame him?”

“But Lady Morina said it is normal and to be expected,” Aekeira’s hand drifted to her belly.

Lαtєst chɑptєrs ιn g𝒶l𝐧ovєl𝓈.𝗰om

Even now, it was still hard to believe. A week had passed since King Daemonikai sniffed her neck and announced her pregnancy, and still, she could scarcely believe a life was growing inside her.

That nestled just beneath her heart, was a child conceived by her and the male she loved most in the world. Who could have imagined that so much could change in a single month?

At this time last month, Aekeira’s most unattainable wish had been to become a Syren. To be compatible with Lord Vladya. To see their bonding ritual succeed.

And now… she was a Syren. A Soulbond. Now she was pregnant with his child.

“Hey…”

Aekeira blinked at her sister’s voice.

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