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

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Chapter 12

PRINCE EMERIEL

Emeriel was at a loss for words. His wide eyes stared at Livia in shock and disbelief, as if the older woman had suddenly grown a second head.

"I do not want this," he blurted out, voice rising with panic. "I do not want any part of it."

"We cannot choose to be a syren, Emeriel" Madam Livia said firmly. "Many human females have tried to become one over the centuries, even doing extreme things, but it simply does not work that way." She paused, her voice softening. "There are countless females who would give anything to be in your position right now,"

"But I do not want it!" Emeriel exclaimed, springing up from his seat, unable to sit still. He paced the length of the room anxiously. "Let them have it. I do not care. I do not want to be a syren, a bondmate, or anything else!"

Livia looked at him silently, her expression saying more than words ever could.

Running a shaky hand through his ponytail, Emeriel stopped and turned to face her, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. His voice trembled as he asked, "So, that horrible, painful experience I had last night... That was called a heat?"

"A mini-heat," Madam Livia corrected, folding her hands neatly in her lap.

"A mini-what?" Emeriel's jaw dropped, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. "It gets worse than that??"

cannot say for sure, Emeriel, Madam Livia released a deep breath. "I am not a syren, nor do I know any syrens. I do not know if the symptoms get worse during a full heat. But I can tell you how lucky you were to only experience a mini-heat last night." Emeriel stared at her as if she had completely lost her mind.

"Lucky?" he asked incredulously. "You think that was lucky?"

been a full heat, Emeriel, she said slowly, "it would not

forced himself to listen, his fingers gripping the

inside it while your body locked him in. That, my dear, is how heat sex works. You may need to look it up the library for more details. But

of heat sex? Mounted? Knotted?

knees gave out, and he collapsed into the nearest chair, his face

terrifying stories told to scare children

in

thought he saw pity

He wasn't sure of

Livia stood, gathering her herb bag. "While I feel for you, I do not play favorites. You will be treated like every other slave and expected to work just as hard." The older woman looked at her. You may have hidden your

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this; it was no different from all he knew about the lives of slaves and commoners. But hearing

at the door. "Mistress Livia? Your presence is requested in Blackstone,

Madam Livia replied. The sound of footsteps

is Blackstone?" Emeriel

in a quieter tone, she added, "I wonder why he wants to see me." Emeriel wiped

already told Slave Master Gaine that you will work in the cellar

Vou soon.

slave? It was not ideal, but it could have been worse. "Thank you, Madam Livia, for everything." Emeriel said softly. standing

back, looking at her.