Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 217

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Chapter 217: The Gentle King’s Story**

“Don’t let the rest freeze to death again,” Marcus instructed, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

With a determined nod, Marcus concentrated, and a soft, ethereal blue light flickered to life in his palm. Moments later, the once-frozen surface of the artificial lake shimmered back to life, the water glistening under the silvery moonlight. Fish began to leap joyfully from the depths, their scales sparkling like gems against the dark water.

Kieran, feeling the warmth of life returning to the lake, swiftly swished his tail. He donned the clothing Lucien had provided him, a snug fit that felt foreign yet comforting, before stepping ashore with a sense of newfound purpose.

“He’s taller than me,” Corvin muttered under his breath, casting a wary glance at the newcomer. *Has he been hiding here because of Emma?* The thought gnawed at him, a mix of curiosity and protectiveness swirling in his mind.

“Let’s go inside,” Silas said, his gaze flickering toward Kieran before he made his way toward the living room, his demeanor calm yet commanding.

Corvin wasted no time in following. “Yeah, Emma’s still waiting inside,” he added, the urgency of the moment propelling him forward.

Edric, too, shot Kieran a quick look, a mixture of intrigue and caution evident in his eyes, before he turned and followed the others back into the warmth of the living room.

As Marcus approached, his eyes fixed on Kieran with a peculiar intensity, he asked, “When you cry, are your pearls pink?”

Kieran blinked, taken aback by the oddity of the question. Yet, after a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “Yes,” he replied, his voice soft.

“Good,” Marcus said simply, before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving Kieran with a swirl of curiosity and confusion.

Inside the living room, Emma beckoned Kieran to take a seat on the couch opposite her, her expression warm and inviting.

Corvin handed him a glass of warm water, a thoughtful gesture that carried an undercurrent of strategy. *Emma wants the pink pearls from this fish’s tears. More water should help,* he mused, his mind racing with plans.

Unaware of Corvin’s subtle intentions, Kieran accepted the glass with gratitude, his eyes shining as he turned to Emma. “Thank you,” he said, his voice imbued with sincerity.

Corvin observed the exchange, a smirk playing on his lips. The fish, it seemed, was thanking Emma instead of him. *Sneaky,* he thought, amused by the unfolding dynamics.

Lucien, seated beside Emma, turned his attention to Kieran, his brow furrowing with concern. “You’ve been hiding here for quite some time. You do realize that the Aurelians and the Merfolks have been searching for you, right?” His tone was steady, yet there was an underlying note of compassion.

Kieran looked up, his gaze meeting Lucien’s with a hint of remorse. “I’m sorry. My injuries were too severe. At first, I wasn’t conscious, so I didn’t know you were looking for me.”

He then turned back to Emma, his gentle voice tinged with shyness as he continued, “Later, it was this beautiful female who fed me medicine. My wounds slowly healed, and I regained consciousness.”

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