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

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Chapter 29

EMERIEL

Emeriel barely listened to Grand Lord Zapier, his eyes searching for Ackeira amidst the large number of slaves in the meeting hall. His sister must be actively avoiding drawing the attention of the grand lord because she was nowhere in sight. She has to be here, Lord Zaiper requested the presence of every slave.

You are all meant to serve your gasters. Do whatever they want from you. Your life is not yours; your masters can take it whenever they so desire. The same goes for your bodies. We own you. If you wish to see more days, you must ensure that you complete your tasks well and to the best of your abilities."

The hall fell into a hushed silence as he continued, explicitly stating how they were mere objects with no feelings or will. No. one dared to utter a word. In fact, no one dared to even breathe too hard for fear of drawing his attention.

"Defiance and deception will be met with severe penalties. Especially deception. A slave is not allowed to keep secrets. A slave has no business keeping secrets. Because the day what you hide comes to light will be the day you despise your own existence. Does anyone have a confession to make? Is there anything you are hiding from us?"

Emeriel's heart pounded in his chest. His own secret, forbidden in all the kingdoms of the world, echoed in his ears like warning bells, the weight of it pressing upon him.

"Speak now, and I might consider a more lenient punishment for you. Or hold your tongue. If you choose the latter, your time is already ticking. Tick tock. Tick tock" His handsome but eerie face stretched into an unsettling smile. "The date for the presentation of new slaves will soon be announced. All of you are expected to be in court on that day. You are all dismissed"

As they filed out of the court. Emeriel slipped between two slaves, making his way out. The words of Grand Lord Zaiper lingered in his mind.

A slave has no business keeping secrets. A slave has no business keeping secrets.

Emeriel knew what the presentation of slaves to court meant. They would be stripped bare and used as entertainment for the lords and privileged. He had overheard slaves whisper about it, and the things he had heard....

Bile rose in his throat at the thought of being exposed, naked, and used by several Urekai. And what they would discover.

Chills ran down his body. So many problems and no solutions.

Lost in his thoughts, Emeriel went about his errands for the day

A large hand grabbed him on his way to the market, jerking him forward, pulling him out of his reverie. He looked up to see Slave Master Boris staring down at him.

"Good day, Master Boris," Emeriel said, bowing his head.

"You have not been to the inn in ages, Master Boris snarled angrily, tightening his grip on Emeriel's arm.

blinking innocently at the slave master while enduring the

his teeth in anger, and finally,

assigner, slaves are allowed to make suggestions. When you are next assigned. you must suggest the

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Emeriel bowed his head. He was beginning to recognize that look in Master

a

whirled around

standing gelsind the drying ropes, hanging numerous wet garments one by one as murmurs filled the air, followed by the sounds of greetings indicating

obstructed his view, preventing him from seeing who it was. When he emerged from behind the linens, he noticed the other slaves bowing deeply, and followed

drew closer and closer until it stood right in front

pain reverberating through his entire being, from the slap

do you think you are, that you

anger.

The venomous voice of the aristocrat was filled

you in time

weight with me. Where is the slave master in charge of this place!?"

The sound of hurried footsteps grew closer, and the slave master knelt down. "I apologize

Mistress Sinai?

Wasn't she'

woman with Lord Vladya the

five lashes of the whip.

dropped to his knees, his voice trembling, "F-forgive me, mistress. I have c-committed an offense against you, and

slaves being whipped before, and it was a sight one

gripped him. His mouth opened

end, he closed

listen to his pleas,

aristocrats like her back in Navia. They thrived on the suffering of others, showing no mercy. He was a prince-a princess? whatever-and his pride