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

Captive Slave 103

Chapter 103 81%1

"Have you seen their grand king yet?" Erin asked Ham, another slave working beside her. Their voices were hushed, but Emeriel's ears perked up at the mention of the king.

"No," Ham shook her head, her hand deftly unearthing a stubborn werd. "But I am curious to see him. The rumors I've heard about him since I was a youngling kept me far away from his beast form when he was feral Urekais have a wealth of legends, and for thousands of years, they've been regarded as one of the strongest species. This grand king was nearly in every tale."

They say his bondmate tamed him, Erin added, her voice tinged with awe. "According to one legend, he was a cold and aloof young grand king before he found his mate. A ruthless warrior who killed without hesitation or remorse. Always eager for battle and the spoils of war. Other kingdoms trembled at his name. But the legend claims he mellowed due to his family. He became less bloodthirsty, more focused on ruling his people with wisdom and compassion.

Ham paused, her expression thoughtful. "I wonder how it must feel to lose your entire family like that," she mused, her hand still in the soil. "To have them by your side for three point five millennia, and then, in the blink of an eye, they are gone. And after enduring five centuries of madness, you must now face the world without them. I can't even begin to imagine such a

Erin released a heavy sigh as she gathered the uprooted weeds into a pile and stood up. "He's relocated the royal residence. He probably couldn't bear the memories of his family there. Which doesn't bode well for us humans. He will undoubtedly take his grief and anger out on us. What if he becomes worse than Lord Zaiper?"

"Then we're as good as dead," Ham mumbled, her lips twisting into a worried frown as she mimicked Erin's actions. gathering her own pile of weeds.

Emeriel's hands froze mid-motion, her heart sinking at their words.

What if they were right? What if the grand king turned out to be worse than Lord Zaiper?

He refused to believe it, but he knew the destructive power of grief and pain. They could twist the purest heart into something dark and monsterous.

It's wiser to keep his distance, right? Emeriel longed to see him. but the grand king probably didn't remember. Though it pained him like a burning blade, the truth must be faced. The grand king does not remember us, therefore it's best to avoid him

you yearn to catch a

his inner voice, returning to

headed back to the fortress, the day's labor drawing to

low murmur caught his attention, accompanied by the clatter of metal. Ahead, a crowd was forming, their faces

leaned toward an elderly

eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Many are eager to catch a glimpse of

Emeriel to observe the Urekai gathering from afar. He shouldn't risk venturing into such a gathering, not for a mere limpse of the king. It was far too dangerous. Not a risk

No way. Absolutely not.

wwww

1/3

Dec 30

8100

rescued you from the court, from the slave master, from the assassins. The same one

He sought refuge behind a sturdy tree, his eyes scanning the assembled

lords, he stood

grand king carried himself with regal authority. His

their customary long white robes, but he wore heavy black robes decorated with elaborate white embroideries. While the grand lords had their hair neatly bound at their necks, his long, raven-black mane flowed, freely, captivating Emeriel's attention with

always seemed like an exaggeration, a cliché. But seeing the grand king now, he

since every Urekai had flocked to the arena that

groups of two or three, each taking the hand he offered. They pressed his hand to their noses a gesture of respect-inhaling his scent in a ritualistic act of reassurance. It was as if the mere presence of their grand king, the confirmation of his return, was

you doing