MainNovelChapter 660: "I have a sleeping potion in the drawer," Lord Vladya called from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, brows furrowed with concern.
"It doesn't work on me, but Faiwick swears by its strength." Merilyn was already moving, retrieving the small glass vial from the drawer. Uncorking it, she shifted to the head of the bed and gently lifted the princess's head onto her lap.
Carefully tilting the vial, she poured a small measure between Emeriel's parted lips, watching as the liquid trickled down.
"She's in heat,” Merilyn murmured, observing for any reaction.
"The sleep won't last long." Across the chamber, King Daemonikai resumed pacing, his agitation palpable. Merilyn had never seen him so powerless.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe potion worked swiftly. Within moments, Emeriel's lashes fluttered, her head lolled to the side, and her breathing softened as sleep claimed her.
A pained cry echoed from the adjacent chamber.
Lord Vladya stiffened, immediately alert before vanishing through the doorway-leaving only Merilyn, the Grand King, and the sleeping princess behind.
King Daemonikai halted, his fierce gaze settling upon her.
"Tellwhat is wrong, Merilyn." "I will, Your Grace," Merilyn hesitated, "but first, if you don't mind, I would ask that you sit down for this." Frustration flashed across his face, and for a moment Merilyn feared he might snap. She quickly added, "For Emeriel. Try to stay calm... for her." His nostrils flared, but the words found their mark. Running a hand over his face, he forced steady breaths, his chest rising and falling with deep, measured exhales. After a long moment, he lowered himself into the chair beside her.
"First, there's the heat suppressants," Merilyn began cautiously.
Read exclusive stories "I already gathered that much,” he snapped, cursing under his breath.
"Moira should never have given them to her in the first place, damn it." "Second, her body is waiting for her Beloved to soothe her heat, yet... it doesn't recognize you." The Grand King's face paled as the words sank in.
"Our severed bond?" Merilyn nodded sympathetically.
"The princess isn't just a syren; she's a Soulbond. One who's already been claimed through heat-sex by her destined mate. Now her body expects that sconnection, yet the bond is missing." Daemonikai stared into space, absorbing the revelation.
"Normally this wouldn't be a problem. You'd simply need to mount her again, and her body would recognize you. But because of the suppressants, her system is in survival mode, rejecting anything it perceives as an intruder. And..." She struggled to continue.
"I-I don't know how to ask this, Your Grace..." He sat with his elbow propped on the armrest, fingers massaging his forehead as if warding off a headache. Merilyn could only imagine the toll his unsatisfied rut and the situation were taking on him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ask," he growled.
She cleared her throat. There was no delicate way to phrase this.
"That night when your mind was... unclear, when you mounted her she chose her words darefully, "the experience wasn't... pleasant for her, was it?" The only response was Princess Aekeira's distant, pleasured cries from the adjoining chamber.
Daemonikai's nod was barely perceptible, just a slight twitch of his head, but Merilyn caught it. "Was that your last... intimacy with her?"
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