Chapter 440:

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She tuned them out. Must warm my man. Mine.

“He’s not yours anymore,” a part of her reminded her.

“For now,” Emeriel whispered back inwardly, “just for a little while… he’s mine. I must save him.”

“You’re just as stubborn as he is. Why am I not surprised anymore that they chose you for him!?” Lord Ottai sounded frantic.

Moving atop him, Emeriel shifted so her body covered as much of him as possible. “Stay with me,” she murmured, her breath ghosting over his neck. “Just stay with me a little longer.”

Her fingers traced over his skin, cold to the touch, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.

“This is dangerous.” Lord Ottai’s tone turned pleading. “Please, Emeriel, listen to me.”

“If he becomes too cold, I will move away,” Emeriel finally responded.

“Are you sure?” Lord Ottai asked.

No, he was already too cold. “I’m sure,” she had to try hard to keep her teeth from clattering.

Madam Livia’s head snapped up. “But—”

“Get the pile of blankets,” Emeriel cut her off, eyes locked on the king’s pale, unresponsive face.

They were quickly covered with a pile of warm wool. But the cold swallowed every bit of warmth; Emeriel barely felt the layers of fabric. Madam Livia continued her work, exposing the king’s feet and hands one by one to wash them with the hot, sizzling water.

“You are the strongest male I know,” Emeriel’s hand cupped his cheek. “We all believe in you.”

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Leaning in, she gazed into those vacant green eyes. “You are the almighty Daemonikai, king of the Urekai. You will glide across that sea like it’s a mere creek.” Pressing a kiss against his cold lips, she whispered, “You are not alone. I’m right here beside you.”

As the night deepened, stretching on in silence, everyone departed one by one.

Much later, Lord Ottai rose as well, walking to the door. “I will check back in the morning,” he said.

Emeriel felt his eyes on her back.

“The gods couldn’t have given him a better Soulbond. You’re stronger than many of our females combined, Princess.”

Emeriel had no words for that, so she didn’t respond. She heard the door close behind her.

Alone with him, she finally let herself go, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. She was so cold she could barely feel parts of her body. Still, her eyes stayed on him, vigilant. She kept speaking to him, even as her voice trembled.

His temperature fluctuated, sometimes warmer, sometimes colder, but it never reached that terrifying, bone-deep iciness again.

She watched over him as the night stretched on endlessly.

Only at dawn did her eyes grow heavy. The exhaustion she had fought so tirelessly against finally closing in.

You can’t afford to sleep. You must stay awake.

But in the end, fatigue became too much. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she succumbed to the pull of sleep.

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