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

Chapter 790:

“It’s because of seers like you,” he said. “You were born with supernatural sight. The ability to perceive the compatibility between souls. You see it through color. The more overlapping hues a pair shares, the higher the chance their bond will hold. That their ritual will succeed.”

Emeriel opened her mouth, but no words came. She wanted to refute him, to question how something so significant—so valuable—could happen to her.

But the more she thought about it, the more it all made sense. Every color she had ever seen hovering near people was always different. Unique. Separate. Except with Amie and Lord Herod.

“If what you’re saying is true… does that mean Lord Herod and Amie are—” She hesitated. “That they are compatible? But Amie is human.”

“For the swirling colors to intertwine so completely,” Lord Vladya answered, “she must have Syren traits. Ones that haven’t manifested yet but will in time.” He paused, thoughtful. “Only Soulbonds go into heat at first contact with their destined mate, not bondmates. And you said all the colors merged—not some, but every hue—intertwined into one?”

Emeriel nodded slowly.

“That is full compatibility,” Vladya said with certainty. “When she becomes Syren and they attempt the bonding ritual, it will succeed.”

Emeriel tried to absorb it all. “But if this kind of ability exists, how come…” She didn’t know how to say it delicately.

“You’re asking why bond seers haven’t been used to guide mating, to help Urekai avoid failed bonds and prevent heartbreak?” Lord Vladya finished.

Emeriel gave a small nod.

“You may have already noticed—bond colors don’t appear for everyone,” Daemonikai explained. “That alone makes it impossible to force it. You can’t ask a bond seer to match you with someone if your colors don’t appear at all.” That was true.

𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 ⧼gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖼𝗈𝗺

“I was one of those people the colors never appeared for,” Vladya said with a shrug. “Ottai’s grandmother—our last known bond seer—was revered across Urai. I hoped, prayed, that one day she’d see colors for me. But she never did, until the day she died.” His smile held a tinge of sadness. “Some people are just unlucky. Or as I used to think… cursed.”

Emeriel understood, reeling.

Beside her, Daemonikai looked at her like she was some kind of miracle. A rare, sacred wonder. She didn’t understand how this could be her.

“But… why me?” she wondered aloud. “I’m just… Emeriel.”

“You’ve never been just anything,” Vladya snorted. “You were handmade for the Grand King of the Urekai. Touched by the gods while still in the womb. You’ve never been ordinary.”

Emeriel’s throat tightened.

“Do you know what this means?” Daemonikai ran a hand through his hair, clearly overwhelmed. “Our people will rejoice. There’s hope again for those who are scared of the bonding ritual because of the risk of failure. You’re the key to guiding them.”

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” Vladya said, shaking his head, looking at her with new eyes.

The more she processed it, the more a slow, powerful wave of joy began to rise in her chest.

Relief.

Her vision wasn’t failing, it wasn’t some strange pregnancy symptom. It was something good. Something amazing.

The idea that she could help people find their true companions through bonding in the future was humbling. Knowing that no one would have to endure the suffering Lord Vladya experienced, nor become what he once was, shaped by loss and bitterness… filled her with a joy beyond words.noveldrama

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