NovelFastChapter 808: Tonight, I will give you what your pregnant body so desperately craves.
I will make it real, and this time, I'll take measures to ensure we carry it through to the end-even if it means doing something I don't particularly like.
Emeriel wouldn't dare say she was avoiding her beloved. But if someone were to put it that way... well, there wouldn't be much she could do to deny it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was more than mortified. Embarrassment didn't even begin to cover it.
Disgusted... that, and so much more. What she had said. What she had done in the early morning hours. The moment she woke that afternoon, the memories assaulted her mercilessly, crashing down on her like waves. All she wanted was for the earth to open and swallow her whole.
But, of course, the earth had done no such thing, because her luck was terrible.
So she did the next best thing. She got dressed quickly and practically fled to the plantations, spending the rest of the day there. She kept herself busy inspecting the crops, checking for pests, and giving instructions to the workers.
But her mind...
Her mind was on her unladylike behavior. On the filthy things she had said. Words that belonged in the dark corners of a brothel, not on the lips of a princess.
When it was tto rest, she sat under the shade of an old tree, one hand resting on her belly as she watched the workers in the distance.
"My princess," one of the young girls approached, bowing respectfully. "Will you be meeting with the royal scribe today?" She was supposed to. She helped her great king with paperwork, lightening his burdens as best she could, but today...
Emeriel shook her head, and the girl quietly left.
Not today.
She wouldn't collect scrolls. Not if it meant risking running into him.
"Sometimes, in the darkness of the night, when he's not there, I spread my thighs and... I touch myself. I pretend it's him." She winced and shut her eyes tightly. Oh, stars above!
But amid her mortification, a memory surfaced-one that warmed her heart despite everything. The way he held her, spoke to her, looked at her.
It doesn't matter if our bond doesn't return. We'll perform the bonding ritual. I'd rather have you as my mate, go through the rites and vows, than not have you at all. Her chest filled with something tender, and she blinked rapidly as tears stung her eyes. She still couldn't believe he had said that.
Two years ago, their bond had felt like a cage, a trap neither of them could escape, Now, the bond was gone but they were desperate to reclaim it.
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