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

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Chapter 38

"Regarding the introduction... Ackeira's voice interrupted his thoughts. I heard that not everyone will be compelled to undress. The lords will handpick those who catch their eye and disrobe them. Who knows, they may never choose you. Or perhaps the lords will be hesitant to select a male?" Emeriel emitted another sort. "Urekal do not conceal their despes for whom they want to mount, be it male or female. You know that. I am more concerned for you. Kiera. I do not wish for you to suffer any further."

"I am not worried about myself. It is you I fear for. I am terrified of what will transpire in that court tomorrow" Silence enveloped them thereafter.

"Come now, everyone has departed. Let us bathe, Arkeira declared, extending her hand, which Emeriel accepted.

Together, they made their way towards the river.

Aekeira remained on high alert throughout their bath. Although Emeriel spent most of the time with his body submerged in the river, only his head above water, and Aekeira positioned herself protectively, always shielding him from anyone's view. EMERIEL

They stood in front of the court, clad in the slaves's formal attire A short, fitted dress that barely reached their knees.

Gathered on one side of the enormous court, their eyes fixed on the lords seated around the round table, a lavish feast spread before them.

The table was adorned with an abundance of flowers, and some lords had brought their own slaves, made to dine at their masters' feet, wearing unique collars around their necks.

Emeriel gazed at the Urekai Grand High Court, awestruck and horrified. He had never seen so many lords gathered before. All dressed elegantly, yet their eyes held a glimmer of hatred and cruelty as they stared at the humans before them..

The herald announced the entrance of the grand lords, prompting everyone to stand and those already standing to straighten. The imposing doors swung open, and the trio entered.

Cloaked in their customary white garments, their flowing fabric exuded grace, adorned with gold embroideries, adding to their majestic appearance.

The irony did not get past Emeriel. These males donned pristine white robes, yet their hearts were as dark as coal.

kings took their seats on their thrones, before the crowd followed. As they settled, the esteemed Lord of Ceremonial Affairs stood,

past year. This gathering is a testament

the lord resumed his seat. Another lord rose to continue, and Emeriel's mind drifted. His nerves overwhelmed him, his

cloth wrapped around his chest today was exceptionally tight, meant to really flatten his breasts under the single tunic

finding comfort in her nervous smile.

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Heads nodded in agreement, and applause filled the hall. Things seemed to be going well-so far, no one has summoned any slave. Perhaps it would only

slaves stepped forward and began to undress and Emeriel swallowed his nervousness, his

wavy auburn hair. Step

center of the

didn't stop. The demands came like a

"Show me your back."

"Turn around slowly."

if you're worth

were called,

issue their commands from their seats, watching with calculating eyes. Others rose and prowled

lingering on breasts, gripping backsides. The inspection left no part untouched.

bodies knelt before their masters, forced to provide oral pleasure while jeering laughter filled the air. Others were laid bare across the

were bent over, Lords taking them from behind. A few were ordered onto the podium, their trembling forms commanded to dance to the applause

fiber of his being wanted to. Abhorrent. He clung to Ackeira, so nervous he thought

in presentation thinned until only a few