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

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"You're absolutely right, Lord Herod responded, and his head snapped up in astonishment.

The lord shrugged. "It's the truth. No one should have to pay for the sins of their forefathers. However, Urekai have long lifespans, and unfortunately, our people hold grudges for a long time. A human's life is short. Fleeting. And since we still suffer from the consequences of what humans did that night, forgiveness becomes incredibly difficult. We lost the most important person in every Urekai's life that night-Grand King Darmonikai. He had been our grand king for over four thousand years. Chur people are lost without him."

A shiver ran down Emeriel's spine at the mention of that name. He brushed it aside. "But what about the other grand lords! Surely, one of them could take his place. Delaying the decision only prolongs the people's pain"

"The struggle for power lies between Grand Lord Vladya and Grand Lord Zaiper," Lord Herod explained. The latter is truly cruel and would not be of any help to the people. Many wish for Lord Vladya to assume leadership, but according to what I've heard, he has no aspirations for the throne. Moreover, he is still wounded-he suffered great losses that night and is still grieving. He doesn't know how to recover from that pain. It has changed him."

After the events of the previous night, Emeriel couldn't discern much of a difference between Lord Zaiper and Lord Vladya, but he kept his opinion to himself. "And what about Lord Ottai?

"Grand Lord Ottai is fairly good-hearted, but he lacks political acumen. Also, in Urekai society, only the strongest among us is deemed fit to be king, and while Lord Ottai possesses incredible strength, he is not the strongest. Furthermore, he has no ambitions for the grand throne."

Emeriel pondered for a moment before another question arose in his mind. "Forgive me for asking, but how did your bondmate live for hundreds of years when she was human?"

A soft, nostalgic light entered Lord Herod's eyes. "When a Urekai forms a bond with a syren, their lifespans become intertwined. The remaining years the Urekai has left are shared with their bondmate. So, if I had three thousand years. remaining, half of that would go to my non-Urekai mate"

"Wow," Emeriel exclaimed, amazed by the revelation. "Did you ever regret sharing your lifespan?"

late

if it meant she would have

still lingering. "What happens when the bondmate

is unknown, Lord Herod replied. "Since Urekai lifespans can vary greatly, with some living for

was fascinated. What would it feel like to live for

passing, loneliness settled within these walls. I have taken a liking to you, Emeriel, and I hope we can grow close to one another." As

a sense of calm and tranquility. He had tried to read Lord Herod's eyes when he deflared his likeness for him, and while

in comfortable silence, and then Emeriel had left. Lord Herod

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visit again, and Emeriel knew he would. If only for the good

capable of providing the assistance they needed. Lund

tossed around. Speaking with Lord Herod had proven surprisingly easy, for from the terrible encounters Emeriel had come to expect from Urekai Emeriel headed straight for Ackgira's bedchamber and noticed Madam Livia exiting the room. He greeted the head maid, before continuing on

Ackeira lay on the bed, reading a book. She looked up and smiled at the sight of Emeriel. The swelling around her eyes had subsided, and she appeared

Madam Livia, Emeriel said as he walked

me away from work these past few days, but I am grateful to her. How

quickly narrated how it went with Lord Herod. "I packed food for you," he finished

surprised as she took the bread and meat from Emeriel and

and scratched his arm to alleviate the itch. "What about you?" he hesitated "Have you had any interaction with Lord Vladya

and I will do everything in my power to avoid him. I hate him so much," Ackeira replied between bites. "Besides, now that he's hurt me the way he wanted, I'm sure he'll move on to the next human slave