All Chapters of That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

GRAND LORD VLADYA"This place is beautiful," Aekeira exclaimed, her sunny smile beaming as she plucked a delicate cherry blossom from a nearby branch. "So peaceful, too." Grand Lord Vladya couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Every movement she made, every step she took, his eyes followed.He had brought her to his favorite sanctuary within the woods, a place he had discovered a millennium ago. Now, standing there watching Aekeira, he realized that the most beautiful sight here wasn’t the blossoms or the tranquil scenery—it was her.Aekeira had visited him every day, never failing to arrive with a bag filled with nourishing food, ripe fruits, and an assortment of herbs she claimed would be good for him.He hadn’t asked for it, yet she visited daily, taking care of him. Not only did she want him to fight, and she wanted to fight alongside him.Judging by her constant variety of herbs, she had clearly paid a visit to the royal healer. Faiwick must have been all too willing to help.

Emeriel moved gracefully across the room, carrying a tray loaded with vials and pouches, and placed it gently on the table at the far end.Dressed in a luxurious red gown, her full princess regalia was on display. And Daemonikai was dumbstruck.She was stunning.Hell, she was more than stunning...only he couldn't find words adequate to do her justice.There was something about her now, something that hadn't been there before. Yes, Daemonikai had seen Galelia, and this female before him looked exactly like her, but there was something...more.Was it the way she carried herself? A way only someone who has mastered the ‘royalty poise’ could manage."Good day, Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady as she focused on the herbs. “Madam Livia was indisposed this evening and has assigned me to deliver your medicines, I hope you don't mind?" Crossing the room to him, she held out a small cup filled with a dark, pungent liquid.Hand-feed me, like you did when I was feral. The words rose i

She did not want to walk with him. Every part of her that had toiled, survived, and endured screamed against it.Yet, she took a step forward, not away from him, but towards him. The people erupted in a chorus of approval, some clapping their hands. In what alternate universe had she fallen into? The grand king calling her Beloved, and Urekai cheering them?Emeriel had no idea what was real and what wasn't anymore."Thank you, beloved," King Daemonikai said, once again pressing a kiss to her hand."Please don’t call me that," Emeriel snapped.The endearment carried the sweetness of what could have been and the bitterness of what was lost. And it made her heart lurch.His smile dimmed, and sadness flashed in his eyes. It was brief, gone as quickly as it came."Forgive me, beloved," he said smoothly. "I will take that into account."She glared.A broad grin lit up his face.Emeriel almost swallowed her tongue at the sight. Never had she seen him smile that way.Hell, she had never seen

PRINCESS AEKEIRA"When will you go back home?" Aekeira asked.Beside her, Lord Vladya’s body went taut. They were fishing by a secluded stream. Lord Vladya had caught several fish, while Aekeira hadn’t managed to catch any. Not that she expected to.Emeriel had always been the expert in this, but Aekeira enjoyed the simplicity of the act with him."Not anytime soon," he said, noncommittally.It had been three weeks since Aekeira began visiting him regularly. She would arrive each morning and stay with him for most of the day. Whenever she asked about his return to his people, she received the same answer.She understood his hesitation. After what had happened, going back wasn’t easy. But the people of Blackstone needed their lord.Every morning, Aekeira found baskets of fruits on her doorstep. The people knew where she went, and they approved.She spent more time here than in the fortress. In truth, she practically lived here now, returning to her quarters only at nights.Except on t

"I don’t think you’ve lost her, either. Beneath all those layers of armor is a woman who loves you more than life itself, Your Grace." Ottai said quietly, glancing back at her. "She stayed by your side through it all. Even when the chill of the frostfever became unbearable, she never left. Fought to keep you warm with her own body, despite the danger to her own health.”The grand lord shook his head in remembered disbelief. “Beneath that tough exterior is a girl who is hurting, afraid to extend her love again."Daemonikai’s eyes followed Emeriel as she approached an elderly slave woman struggling to carry a heavy bucket. Without hesitation, she took the bucket, lifted it, and carried it across the garden. Underneath it all, she's still the same soft-hearted female he once knew as Galilea.And Daemonikai would reach her.He would tear down her defenses, one brick after another, until he found that girl again. And this time, he would never let her go."And Vladya? What about him?" he a