That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374
Emeriel found her beloved in Blackstone, in Lord Vladya’s study.

She heard the laughter before she reached the door—deep chuckles and the easy camaraderie of longtime friends. She entered as Daemonikai was rising to meet her, already on his feet as though he scented her. He crossed the room in long strides, pulling her into his arms, kissing her thoroughly.

His public displays of affection never failed to leave her flustered. It was something she was still getting used to. Yet, deep inside, she loved it. Loved how unapologetically he claimed her, how naturally he made her feel wanted. How he never hesitated to put his hands on her, even in the presence of others.

The way his lips devoured hers now, one might have thought they’d been apart for weeks.

“Hell,” Lord Vladya groaned. “Give the girl a breath, Daemon.”

Emeriel broke the kiss with a gasp, heat rising to her face. Her Daemon took his time letting go, his hands lasting on her waist before finally stepping back. She was feeling warm, her belly fluttering.

“You came to see Aekeira?” Daemonikai asked, still watching her with that smoldering intensity. “I believe she’s sleeping.”

“No.” She caught her breath. “I’m actually here to see you. I need to tell you something.”

She recounted everything—what she saw with the colors, how they had reacted when Lord Herod and Amie were near each other. How they merged.

There was a pause.

“A bond seer…?” Lord Vladya spoke as he walked forward, looking stunned and bewildered.

“You’ve just said exactly what crossed my mind,” Daemonikai said, glancing at the Grand Lord.

“Are you certain about everything you described?” Lord Vladya asked. “It happened exactly that way?”

“Yes.” Emeriel nodded, worry settling in her stomach. “Is it… is that bad? What does bond seer mean?”

“The Oracle did say you were born with a dormant power.” Daemonikai shook his head slowly, something dawning in his eyes. “You’re a bond seer, Emeriel.”

“I’m not sure,” she said, bewildered. “I only started seeing colors—”

Her beloved pulled her into his arms with such urgency she nearly gasped.

“Oh, the heavens…” he breathed, holding her close.

Still confused, Emeriel wrapped her arms around him on instinct. When he pulled back, his face had softened, his voice awed.

“A bond seer is a blessing among our kind. Rare. Incredibly rare,” he said. “For a species bound by a rigid mating system like the bonding ritual, bond seers are the ones who guide fate. Why do you think there are as many successful bonds as there are, despite how rare they are meant to be?”

She shook her head slowly.

“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.