RedNovelChapter 552: Yet, she didn't move.
Not even when her legs began to ache from standing too long, and her waist ached from the strength of his grip. Emeriel didn't move a muscle because he needed her.
At last, he stirred, his hold loosening as he pulled back.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Do you feel better?" she asked in a tender tone.
"Very much," he replied, his eyes soft, a hint of gratitude shining through the pain. "You, Emeriel, are a rare treasure. Thank you for being here." "You never need to thank me. Not for that." Daemonikai rose to his full height, stretching, then pulled her into his arms again. His lips pressed a gentle, reverent kiss to her forehead.
She closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of it. “It's been a long night,” he murmured wearily.
"It has." "What do you say we get out of here? Go away from the fortress for a while, just the two of us?" he suggested.
Her brows lifted slightly in surprise, but the idea was instantly appealing. "That sounds heavenly. But... your duties..." "They can wait. Vladya can manage things for a couple of days. Right now, we need this. Just you and I, leaving the rest of the world behind." The simplicity of his words, the honesty in his gaze, stirred something deep within her. She nodded, her heart swelling with anticipation.
Daemonikai turned his back to her. "Get on." galnovs.com, where stories thrive She blinked, momentarily confused, but then understanding dawned. With a shy smile, she placed her hands on his broad shoulders and jumped onto his back.
"Hang on tight." HIGH LORD HERODIS He stood by the window, gazing out over the open field bathed in moonlight.
The night breeze whispered around him, carrying the sweet scent of grass and distant woods.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNews from the court had reached his ears, and he couldn't stop smiling. "I am so happy for you, my dear friend," he murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves outside.
"Who are you speaking to?"
Herod turned at the sound of the familiar voice, catching sight of Dale stepping into the room. His son's sharp, inquisitive gaze swept over him as he entered.
"No one, son," Herod said, smoothing his expression.
Dale raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear on his face. "So now you talk to yourself?" He sighed tically, striding over to the bed and flopping onto it with exaggerated motions. "I told you, Father, this loneliness is starting to get to you."
"I am not lonely. I have you," Herod countered defensively "Besides, Nam not a lunatic.
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