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

Chapter 788:

“Fine…” she said distractedly.

Because now, the colors were changing. The two sets had floated closer—interwoven into a single, larger hue.

As one.

Compatible.

The thought startled her. Where had that come from?

“Are you alright, young Princess?” Lord Herod asked, his brow creased with concern.

“Yes. Don’t mind me,” Emeriel said softly, blinking a few times to clear the haze—yet the colors remained. She kept her smile warm.

“I still can’t believe you’re a Dragaxlov.”

“Yeah… no one does.”

He chuckled self-consciously, scratching the back of his head.

“I’m sorry I never told you. It’s just… a part of my life I never thought would see the light of day again.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” she said.

“I understand completely. And more than anything, I’m so glad you chose to step into your legacy. To take on the throne.”

He smiled back at her.

“I never thought I would. But… your male helped me see a lot more clearly. Now, I’m actually looking forward to this new phase. I want to give it my best shot.”

“I know you will,” Emeriel said matter-of-factly.

“You’re incredibly determined. I have no doubt you’ll pass every test they put in front of you. You’ll finish your training, earn your coronation—and you’ll rule with wisdom.”

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝔤𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[.]𝖼𝗈𝗆

She reached out and touched his arm.

“I have faith in you, my dear friend.”

His eyes took on a soft light.

“Thank you, Emeriel. That means more than I can say.”

She smiled, then waved him off, motioning toward Amie.

“Have you met my servant?”

Lord Herod’s attention returned to Amie.

“Amie.”

Emeriel stepped aside to give him a clear view.noveldrama

“You haven’t seen her before, have you?”

“No.”

His soft eyes remained locked on the girl.

“I would have remembered.”

Amie dipped low into a bow, trying to hide her face, cheeks already a deep scarlet.

“My Lord.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Amie.”

He stepped forward and offered his hand.

“You are a beautiful flower.”

The girl hesitated, staring at his hand. Then, carefully, she placed hers in his.

“Thank you for the generous compliment, my Lord.”

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