NovelFameChapter 899: Daemonikai was also feeling drowsy, but there was still one thing he needed to know.
These days, sleeping had beceasier.
Since bringing Zaiper to justice, the nights had softened. The nightmares were less frequent, and though the pain of the past still lingered, it no longer dominated him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe silently sat up, pulling the sheets over Emeriel's bare shoulders. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaving the room. The hallways of the royal residence were silent.
He entered the children's room quietly, moving without making a sound. Livia was dozing in the rocking chair by the window, her arms crossed with her chin resting on her chest.
Daemonikai passed by her and stopped in front of the cribs. He slowly crossed his arms over his chest as he gazed at his children. It had bechis ritual, one he cherished every night.
Now, with his mind fully healed, he could stand in front of his children without fear of harming them.
The dark mage was gone, the reversal spells had been cast, and as promised, he'd nailed the bastard to the cross. Displayed for all to witness what happens when someone dares to manipulate his mind.
Daemonikai sighed, content and happy. It had been five months since the voices had faded, taking the madness with them.
His beast was finally at peace. Snights, he even curled up with Emeriel in his beast form, and she welcomed him with open arms.
This, right here, brought him great joy. Just seeing the new lives he had been blessed with, breathing and sleeping.
"I will protect both of you and your mother with my life," he said softly. "I will never fail you as I did in the past. You three are above my kingdom, above everything. Nothing will harm you as long as I live. This is my vow to you, my dears." His son shifted, his small fists clenching beside his face before he becstill.
galnovsis where imagination thrives Daemonikai couldn't help but smile with tenderness and pride. His heir, Daesovxscar.
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Beside him, the soft breaths of Heraxiolia, his daughter, could be heard. The Shining Star. He could already see Emeriel in her-the sshape of her mouth, the delicate curve of her brows. God help him, he knew he would spoil her until she was senseless.
He would make sure no one touched even a single strand of her hair.
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