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That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 554
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Chapter 554: Herod was glad she was back in Urai, and he was proud of the progress she was making.

Turning back to the window, he let the cool breeze caress his face. The field stretched before him, endless, bathed in silvery moonlight.

He closed his eyes briefly, his heart lighter than it had been in years.

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PRINCESS EMERIEL It was a long journey beyond the fortress into the woods.

For hours, Grand King Daemonikai ran like a blur through the tall trees while she held on tight, her hands secured around his shoulders. The wind rushed past them, whooshing all around them.

The ride was both exhilarating and calming.

When they finally reached a small cottage nestled beyond the mountains, he slowed.

The structure cinto view-elegant, surrounded by a picket fence entwined with flowering vines. The cottage looked peaceful.

Daemonikai set her down gently before the door, taking her hand as he led her inside. The interior, pristine yet homely, held the faint scent of lavender in the air.

They moved through the space in a companionable silence.

While Daemon filled the tub with steaming water, Emeriel wandered into the bedroom, her fingers trailing over the polished wood of the furniture.

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She opened the closet, revealing a variety of clothing. Rows of tailored male attire sat alongside an assortment of feminine clothes.

LATEST chapters in glovel☐☐☐☐ The women's garments caught her eye. Each piece was beautifully made, from elaborate ceremonial gowns to soft, delicate nightgowns.

"Are they his late bondmate's?" she wondered aloud.

"They are not Evie's." She turned, startled to find him leaning casually against the doorway, his arms crossed.

"I had the servants prepare the closet for you after I woke up. I always intended for us to chere." "You do not have to explain," she said, her fingers brushing the fabric of a gown. "But thank you." He nodded once. "Come, the bath is ready."

Minutes later, they were in the tub, bathing in silence. The e. The warmth of the water spothed the exhaustion from their bodies.

Following his guidance, Emeriel turned, giving him her back er back as he ran the washcloth gently over her skin. When he finished, he presented his broad back to her.

She mimicked his earlier motions, tracing the cloth over the expanse of his over shoulders, the muscles beneath her touch strong. Afterward, they dressed for the night and laid on the bed, facing one another, gazing at each other for a long moment.