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.

held it in, blinking innocently at the slave master while enduring the pain. "I have not been assigned to the

anger, and finally,

suggestions. When you are next assigned. you must suggest

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his head. He was beginning to recognize that look in Master Bork's eyes. The same look Lord Zaiper had when he stared at Aekeira-pure,

from a trash

Master Boris whirled around and continued on

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

him from seeing who it was. When he emerged from behind the linens, he noticed the other slaves bowing deeply,

of the aristocrat drew closer and closer until it stood right

pain reverberating through his entire being,

you fail to bow to

anger.

The venomous voice of the aristocrat was filled

mistress. I did not see you in time due to the clothes on the

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

distant voice responded. The sound of hurried footsteps grew closer, and the

Mistress Sinai?

Wasn't she'

the same woman with Lord Vladya the

him five lashes of the whip. Now!" she

"F-forgive me, mistress. I have c-committed an offense against you, and I deserve to be punished. But please, show mercy- "Silence! Be grateful that I am not having you

had witnessed slaves being whipped before, and it was a sight one could never forget. And the whips-sturdy and filled

mouth opened

the end, he closed it

to

all too familiar with aristocrats like her back in Navia. They thrived on the suffering of