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.

As they settled, the esteemed Lord of Ceremonial Affairs stood, commanding attention as he addressed the high

for our customary banquet ceremony but also to mark the auspicious occasion of introducing and unveiling the new slaves the Urekai have acquired over the past year. This gathering is a testament to the continuity of our traditions and the expansion of our noble household. As we partake in this joyous event, let

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

to really flatten his

his. He looked at her, finding comfort in her nervous smile. Despite

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presence bele

be going well-so far, no one has summoned any slave. Perhaps it would

undress and Emeriel swallowed his

with the wavy auburn hair. Step forward. Undress." His tone

moved into the center of the hall. Her tunic slipped from her

didn't stop. The demands came

"Show me your back."

"Turn around slowly."

if you're

slaves were called, more clothing

lords preferred to issue their commands from their seats, watching with calculating eyes. Others rose and prowled like predators, inspecting

part untouched. If the lords liked what they

to provide oral pleasure while jeering laughter filled the air. Others were laid bare across the round table,

Lords taking them from behind. A few were ordered onto the podium, their trembling forms commanded

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

standing in presentation