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

Chapter 783:

Zaiper’s anger burned. “I have reason to believe something is wrong with their bond. That night he went berserk, I was there. There was no recognition in his eyes, no awareness—only raw instinct. The night you shot her with your arrow… she didn’t call to him then, did she?” Sinai’s breathing slowed. No, she hadn’t. The realization landed hard.

“Something is broken between them, and I’m counting on it,” Zaiper growled. “I will take Emeriel. And Daemonikai will pay for what he’s done.”

“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, her 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 seeping 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 was already larger than Aekeira’s, despite them having conceived the same night. Perhaps the healer was right. No two pregnancies were ever truly the same, and symptoms varied wildly, even between sisters.

Still, doubt lingered. Could this truly be some strange symptom of pregnancy?

The question stayed with her as she stepped out of the healer’s dwelling, making her way toward the main fortress. She still found herself surprised by how vast Ravenshadow truly was—new corridors and hidden lanes seemed to reveal themselves each day, each one filled with lives and lifestyles so different from what she had known.

Back in Frostfall, she approached the Royal Residence when a soldier intercepted her path with a crisp bow.

𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗈𝗺

“A letter has arrived addressed to the Grand King.”

“I’ll take it. Thank you,” Emeriel replied, accepting the parchment.

She carried it directly into Daemonikai’s study, intending to leave it on his desk. But as she leaned to place it down, the parchment slipped from her fingers, unfurling as it struck the floor.

Bending to retrieve it, her eyes caught a few lines of its contents—and paused.

From Herodis?

Heart quickening, Emeriel stood and carefully unfolded the letter for a proper read.

“You were right, Your Grace. It is never too late to follow a new path, never too late to change our course.

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