That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391
<b>EPILOGUE </b><b>A</b>

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That night, Daemonikai slept, and saw them.

Standing at the river’s edge were his sons—Myka and Alvin. But unlike in the past, they weren’t sad. Their eyes no longer carried the weight of guilt or sorrow.

No, his sons were smiling, waving at him.

Daemonikai ran from the opposite shore, water parting in soft ripples as he crossed, and when he reached them, he pulled them both into a tight embrace.

“Father…” Alvin whispered hoarsely. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Daemonikai pulled back, his hands firm on Alvin’s face, forcing his boy to meet his eyes. “It was never your fault, and I’m sorry you left the world believing it was.”

He turned to Myka. “I’m sorry I told you to protect everyone else. I should’ve told you to save yourself first. Maybe then, you’d still be—”

“It’s alright, Father,” Myka interrupted with a smile. “I don’t regret protecting Mother. Or our people. I’m a protector, just like you, and I’m proud of that.”

Behind them, a crowd began to form. His people were watching from a distance. Some familiar, some not, but he knew in his heart they were all his.

Daemonikai raised his voice, addressing them all. “I brought your killer to justice, and I made sure he suffered. I know most of you have no memory of how you died, but perhaps some of you stayed behind because you felt something was wrong. Something unfinished.” Emotion clouded his throat. He cleared it. “Today I tell you, the male who betrayed our people, who caused your deaths, is no more. So I ask you now, go. Rest. Be at peace. When you reincarnate, may you be Urekai once more, and even if you are not—I pray you find love, joy, and purpose. You will not go unjust again.”

The spirits lowered their heads in unison.

“Your Grace,” they murmured as one.

Daemonikai bowed back, blinking furiously against the tears burning behind his eyes.

When he looked up, many of them were smiling, some brushing away tears of their own. And then they turned and began to walk. Into the woods, toward the other shore.

He turned back to his sons. “And you two…” he said, voice thick. “Remember all I taught you. Just because you’re here doesn’t mean you become idle figureheads.”

The tension dissolved into laughter.

“Yep, that’s the way it’s done.” Daemonikai grabbed them both by the backs of their heads, pulling them close one last time, resting their foreheads to his shoulders.

His face contorted, trying to hold the grief in.

But when he stepped back, he was smiling again. “Until we meet again, my boys.”

“Goodbye, Father.” They waved at him.

“Take care of your family,” Alvin said. “Myka, Mother, and I are happy now, so please… be happy too.”

“I am now,” Daemonikai whispered. “I love you both, more than you’ll ever know. And you’ll always be in my heart. Go now. Rest.”

They smiled, vanishing.

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His eyes snapped open.

Darkness. His chamber. His bed. Alone.

The tears came. Hot and silent, trailing down the sides of his face, soaking into the pillow. He let them fall.

He had finally seen his sons, finally got to say goodbye. They were at peace.

The bed dipped beside him.

Warm arms wrapped around his body, pulling him upright, and he turned instinctively, folding into the embrace of his mate. holding her tight, silent.