That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Chapter 7

SLAVE AMIE

Anie did her best to ignore the screams.

They always made her uncomfortable, reminding her of the sickening things the slave masters does to her at the harn

She simply needed to pick up the bathing oil che had forgotten ter running a bath for Princess Aekeira

Approaching the quarters, she heard muffled cries, filled with agony

The cries grew louder as she drew closer, Amie quickened her pace, following the sound until she reached the end of the hallway

She stood outside the closed door of Princess Arkeira's chambers Isn't Prince Emeriel the only person in there!

Amie opened the door and entered the room.

A female figure lay on the bed, facing away from her, writhing in pain.

The figure was partially unclothed, with some sort of chest-binds around her upper body. Long, jet-black hair surrounded her, her body glistening with sweat.

The figure convulsed and let out a loud sob.

"A-are you alright?" Amie's voice trembled softly as she approached the figure on the bed.

Only whimpering sounds answered her.

Amie moved closer to the front of the figure and froze.

""Prince Emeriel?" Amie couldn't believe her eyes.

She blinked hard to clear her vision. Perhaps cleaning the whole floor of the westside yesterday with barely any break in between had been a bad idea. I'm definitely seeing things. But even after the third blink, the figure didn't change. It was still Prince Emeriel...as a girl.

A girl.

"H-help me," Prince Emeriel cried, his voice strained. Fresh tears filled his eyes. "Somebody...please help me."

Right. Amie had almost forgotten about his pain.

"Are you sick? How do you feel? Should I fetch the healer?" she asked, turning towards the door.

"No, don't call anyone! No one... can... see... me like this," he panted, hand gripping his wrapped chest. "I hurt everywhere. I don't know what's wrong with me."

At only nineteen years old, the other slaves often made fun of Amic, saying she wasn't too smart.

Which was probably why she found it difficult to fully comprehend what Prince Emeriel was saying. I need to inform Madam Livia.

be back!" Amie exclaimed

PRINCE EMERIEL

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in his

the fear

his secret

seek help, he

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the energy to

was too much, rendering him

can't take

himself onto his back, spread his legs, and preed a finger firmly against the swollen nub between his legs that throbbed intensely.

Oh Interesting.

crying out

rubbing his oversensitive clit, unable to stifle his moans as his back

arching body, repeating every act that made him feel

long, an orgasm washed over him,

good.

left

as best he could. The

hoisted the sturdy wooden bucket with a firm grip and headed out of the chamber to

slave masters punctuated the darkness, their relentless pursuit of productivity never ceasing, even under the cloak of night. They drove their slaves mercilessly, the sound of clanking chains

air.

bowels of the compound, leading to the backyard. There, he filled the

fortress, and the chambers, it dawned on

voice. It was

his heart. Could my sister be

clean up quickly and go

as Emeriel reached for the wooden bucket, that all

"No,

a fresh wave of spasms

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with his power to distract himself from the

in

pulled an old, thust-coated book with laky hands from the drawer of the chamber's solitary

stomach. The discomfort made it impossible for

that had

met could be the beast

Is he reall

she'd met matched the presence he felt in those vivid

a frustrated sigh. What

shifted his position, pressing his legs together in a vain attempt to ease the ache. But,

the more it hurt.

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