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

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"What?" Emeriel's eyes widened, as he suddenly halted his steps

Ackeira nodded, visibly shuddering. The look in his eyes whenever he gazes at me terrifies me, Em. I know he dislikes all humans, but I do not understand why he hates me the most."

Emeriel's eyes welled with tears, and he angrily wiped his cheek, le had never felt so helpless in his entire life. "I do not wish this for you, Keira, I hate that this is happening?"

A watery smile graced Ackeira's lips. "Well, the alternative is Grail Lord Zaiper, so I suppose I got lucky, right?"

"They are both wrong choices. When you chose to undress for Grand Lord Zaiper, I noticed an ugly emotion flash on Grand Lord Vladya's face. I couldn't quite interpret what it was, but it was unsettling "Yes, that." Ackeira bit her lip.

"There were so many slaves there tonight, why you?" Emeriel wandered aloud. "Why did the grand lords single you out? Our luck is ill-fated and filled with misfortune

Ackeira, always being Aekeira, shook her head. "Don't say that, Em. We will get through this. Though uncertainty filled her eyes. "At least you escaped them tonight."

Emeriel looked away, his voice filled with resignation. "What good does it do when, three days from now, the slaves who were not introduced tonight will have to serve the court for their Treaty Party? Other slaves whisper that there will be another presentation that night, and I fear they are right."

the future just yet. The present is already burdensome enough. At least your secret was not discovered tonight, and no harm befell you. That makes whatever will happen

arrived at the door of the high court. Something on his face caught Aekeira's attention, causing her to stop. "What happened? Something happened,

hesitated, "A

""Wha

he let me go, Emeriel concluded, managing a smile.

"He simply

to see the worry dissipate from

inside!" one of the slave masters barked, glaring at them, and they hurried

remainder of the banquet proceeded smoothly. Emeriel couldn't believe the envious looks Ackeira received from their fellow slaves as the celebration

something

wished those slaves had garnered the grand lords's attention instead of his poor

descended upon the land, casting its dark shroud upon

and Amie prepare Ackeira, bating her and dressing her

return to his quarters and rest for

I could remain here

and beating yourself to the point of exhaustion will not help your sister. Youre only making matters more difficult for her, Madam Livia admonished. Her voice then took on a sterner tone. One she employed to ensure the maids fulfilled their duties throughout the palace. To

so, he had

the fortress. He felt utterly cut off

was a far cry from actually being able to fall asleep. Emeriel did not even try too hard he was too worried, too restless, and his heart felt

rose from bed, gingerly opened the door and ventured out of his quarters. He longed for solitude and