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

Captive Slave 82

Chapter 82 MISTRESS SINAL

Mistress Sinai paced her gilded cage, a whirlwind of fury barely contained within the lavish confines of her chambers. Two days of forced solitude felt like an eternity, each moment a freshforment in her soul's descent into madness. At this rate, she was truly going to go insane!

Home confinement was a living hell, a cruel mockery of her former freedoms. She abborred it with every fiber of her being.

To be denied her whims was unbearable enough, but to become the butt of every whispered joke, every pitying glance from the other mistresses in Ravenshadow's royal estate... it was the ulemate humiliation. Yesterday, Mistress Gaille had come to check on her, her syrupy concern a thinly veiled insult. Sinai could practically see the woman's barely suppressed laughter behind her false smiles.

All this because of a human. A mere boy.

Vladya had moved heaven and earth to protect the worthless creature from her wrath, even threatening to cast her into the Hole. The Hole! The mere thought sent a fresh wave of betrayal and anger through her veins, hot and acidic.

Had Emeriel been a girl, Sinai might have entertained the possibility that he was Daemon's Soulbond. But fate was not that cruel, was it? It had played a different hand; the little thing was a boy. Thank Urai for small mercies.

All day, she had been forced to languish here, pacing the extravagant prison of her chamber, staring at her own reflection until it blurred with rage. Her once-spacious room felt suffocating, the air thick with her frustration. Boredom gnawed at, her, a relentless beast clawing at the edges of her sanity,

"Emeriel will pay," she hissed, her words like venom dripping onto the pristine mirror. "He. Will. Pay"

Desperate for a distraction, she sank into a plush armchair. "Nora" she called, her voice sharp as a whip.

The maid scurried forward, her head bowed. "Yes, Mistress"

"What's the gossip out there? Are people still buzzing about Emeriel and his little miracle?"

Nora's eyes lit up with a morbid glee. "Yes, Madam! King Daemonikai must hold the boy in great favor. Why else would one be in the territory of a feral for three days without being torn apart? Oh, the boy must be truly special" Sinar's lips twisted in disgust, and she shot the girl a disapproving glare.

The girl, oblivious to her mistress's displeasure, continued, "I crave more wonders like that. Half the town is still talking about it. Even Grand Lord Vladya was so impressed that he-

"Spare me the details. I already know what he did, Sinai interrupted, her voice laced with acid.

prince

disbelief warring

face paled and she clamped her mouth shut, clearly

surged to her feet, her eyes blazing. Tell me," she demanded, her voice

been tending the estate's gardens for

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sister was also relocated to Blackstone. She has her

table and hurled it at the mirror, the shattering sound

EMERIEL

thrashed restlessly through the night, sleep refusing to take hold. Finally, he gave up, sitting upright with a weary sigh. His nightclothes hung loose, his normally bound chest

sigh. Emeriel re-bound his chest and secured his hair

to the next room, the door creaking softly as he opened it. Aekeira slept soundly beneath the

the doorframe, watching her breathe. It had been a long day, But for now, Ackeira

He

himself with what tomorrow might bring. The present moment

chambers close to each other, and

gently, Emeriel turned away from the room. A different destination called to him. He wouldn't pretend this was just a midnight stroll. A yearning he couldn't ignore drew him to the forbidden chambers. Tugging him

familiar path felt short, Guards stepped aside

door, entering the dimly lit chamber. Moonlight spilled in through the corner window, the one Emeriel had opened during his last visit, casting

form a dark silhouette against the pale moonlight. Emeriel approached, sinking down beside the creature. Its eyes snapped open, a flash of piercing yellow in

still, quelling the instinctive fear that rose within him. He knew, deep in his

scent. Followed by a low, rumbling purr of contentment, Gradually, its eyelids drooped

bloomed in Emeriel's chest, butterflies dancing in his belly. He couldn't help but

a massive paw lifting to gently graze Emeriel's cheek. The touch was featherlight, as if the creature understood that

a touch of wonder. "I'm sorry for that, your majesty. Thank you for saving me from the court. I'd likely be dead if not for you. Your court is... formidable. All those grand lords, each a