That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339
PRINCESS AEKEIRA

Aekeira sat by the window, stitching as she hummed an old lullaby. Sunlight spilled pale and thin through the lattice, allowing her to enjoy the quiet and peace.

Until Emeriel entered.

She moved like a sleepwalker. Eyes swollen and red, face pale with exhaustion. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her lips trembled even as she tried to hold herself together.

“Em!” Aekeira dropped her sewing at once, rising quickly to her feet. “Are you alright? Why do you look like—?”

Her sister crossed the room, collapsed into her arms, and started bawling. The kind where the sobs are harsh and violent as if dragged from the soul.

“Speak to me, what’s going on!?” Aekeira was panicking more with every sob. “You’re frightening me! You know you shouldn’t be crying like this; you’re pregnant for light’s sake!” Now she was crying too, unable to hold back. “Em, please!”

Still, Emeriel only wept.

She cried as though there was no end to her pain. Sobbed as if no hope remained in the world.

Aekeira gave up, and only held her. She sank back onto the bed, drawing her sister down with her, rocking her and crying with her, as though they were children again.

She had no sense of how much time passed. At last, the sobbing eased. Subsided into torn breaths and hiccups.

“I’m broken, Keira…” Emeriel said in a whisper of defeat.

“How can you say that about yourself?”

“Because it’s true,” she looked at Aekeira with swollen eyes. “I am broken… and I don’t know if I'll ever heal.”

“You will. Tell me…please.”

And then, haltingly, Emeriel did. She reminded Aekeira about that night months ago, and how it’s still affecting their lives.

“My mind keeps drifting back to it whenever he touches me like that. No matter how much I try to stay in the present, the moment he is inside me, it’s like a switch has flipped, and I’m back in your former chamber, begging the beast for mercy.” She sobbed. “Heaven knows I would do anything to avoid thinking of that night. I don’t even want to, yet I can’t seem to escape it. I long to feel my male again, but I can’t because all I see are the moments I was completely at his mercy, unable to escape, pleading for just a moment’s reprieve as I bled everywhere, yet couldn’t get one. When he hurt me so effortlessly, not caring about his strength or how torn I already was inside, he just kept taking and taking." Her eyes grew wider and wider, and she took her head even wilder. "That night plays in my head, and it’s driving me insane. It’s driving us apart, and it’s killing him inside. Yet, I can’t seem to move past it, Keira. My body opened for him during heat, and it remains ready to receive him, yet my mind feels closed off. I need help, but I have no idea what kind I need.”

It was Aekeira who was weeping now after that full, rushed rant.

"Emeriel, how could you keep this from me?" She drew her sister closer. "When I looked at you that next morning, I knew something that terrible would not pass without leaving a scar, and I hate that I was right. What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know," Emeriel sobbed. "But until I do, something has to be done. And that's what is killing me inside, Aekeira."

She pulled back, looking her younger sister in the eyes. "What do you mean?"

"While I take some time to figure myself out, I must make a decision to keep him sane, in order to protect him, myself, and our unborn child." She began crying again. "It's not a very pleasant decision, Keira."

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GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI