Lahat ng Kabanata ng That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Kabanata 371 - Kabanata 380

PRINCESS EMERIEL“I see nothing wrong with your eyes, Princess.”Emeriel stared at the eye healer, shaking her head slowly. “No, you don’t understand. I see colors. And they’re even more vivid now. Eyes in proper condition shouldn’t see colors, Healer.”The Urekai woman paused packing her materials. She turned to face Emeriel fully, expression unreadable. “Tell me more about these colors you see.”“There’s not much to tell. I can’t name the colors, they’re not ones I recognize and they’re not always there. They come and go. Sometimes I see them when I’m looking at someone. I—” She exhaled, frustration bleeding into her voice. “I don’t know how to put it into words.”The healer folded her arms thoughtfully. “My opinion? It may be connected to your pregnancy. Everyone experiences it differently. This may be your body’s unique reaction. I wouldn’t worry too much.”Emeriel almost told her that Aekeira, who was also with child, hadn’t mentioned any such symptoms. But then again, her belly

Emeriel found her beloved in Blackstone, in Lord Vladya’s study.She heard the laughter before she reached the door—deep chuckles and the easy camaraderie of longtime friends. She entered as Daemonikai was rising to meet her, already on his feet as though he scented her. He crossed the room in long strides, pulling her into his arms, kissing her thoroughly.His public displays of affection never failed to leave her flustered. It was something she was still getting used to. Yet, deep inside, she loved it. Loved how unapologetically he claimed her, how naturally he made her feel wanted. How he never hesitated to put his hands on her, even in the presence of others.The way his lips devoured hers now, one might have thought they’d been apart for weeks.“Hell,” Lord Vladya groaned. “Give the girl a breath, Daemon.”Emeriel broke the kiss with a gasp, heat rising to her face. Her Daemon took his time letting go, his hands lasting on her waist before finally stepping back. She was feeling w

••••••GRAND LORD VLADYAVladya’s primal instinct was all over the place as he stormed through the Blackstone grounds, hunting for Aekeira.Emeriel was already in the care of healers, and the specialists had arrived to treat the toxins used on Daemonikai. He had waited long enough, just until he knew the healers had arrived, but it'd taken everything in him to stay that long.Every part of him screamed: Find her. Reassure yourself she’s safe. It could have easily been her.The clanging of those thoughts sent his beast into a near-uncontrollable frenzy. His people scattered at the sight of him, parting quickly as he stormed through. Some tripped, others bowed and scrambled away. They saw his face and didn’t ask questions.He followed her scent to the library.He shoved the door open, the wood slamming into the wall with a force that rattled the hinges.People gasped as he barged in. A few scholars were seated at the long wooden tables, others browsing the tall shelves, flipping pages.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAIIt had been four days since the attack.Thankfully, Vladya, Ottai, and the others had been diligent, ensuring Emeriel was well cared for while Daemonikai himself recovered from the cocktail of toxins that had temporarily brought him down. He had been unconscious for twenty-four hours. And the moment he stirred awake, the first name he had barked was “Faiwick.”The healer had come quickly, grave as ever. “Her body is unbalanced, Your Grace. Her pulse is too strong, too fast. After this long, it should have steadied, but it hasn’t.”It was a bitter pill to swallow. “What can be done? What have you done? What more do you need?”“For now, she requires maximum rest,” Faiwick said calmly. “I’ve given the head maid a list of the herbs she needs and changes in her diet. We’re monitoring her closely and working to stabilize her heart rate and body rhythm.”Daemonikai had done everything in his power to ensure her comfort—soft bedding, uninterrupted rest, constant attendan

The Oracle looked back at Emeriel. “Your birth was set in motion a long time ago. It was written in the stars.” She made a dry, crackling sound that left her clutching at her ribs, clearly in pain.“You should rest,” Lord Vladya urged softly. “Don’t speak more than you must.”The Oracle looked at him. “The one who was not written… not fated in the stars… but had to happen…” Her gaze shifted—to Aekeira. “Come closer, child.”Aekeira stepped forward slowly, standing beside her sister.“You see her, do you not?” the Oracle asked.Emeriel’s brow creased in confusion. Who?To her surprise, Aekeira nodded. “Three times. In my dreams. I don’t know what it means…”Lord Vladya’s brows furrowed. “Who do you see?”“She sees herself,” the Oracle answered before Aekeira could speak. “A memory no soul should retain… but which now returns.”Vladya moved in front of Aekeira cupping her face with both hands, locking eyes with her. “Who do you see, Aekeira?”“Tiara.”The room went still.Breathless sil