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

Captive Slave 103

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"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 know you yearn to catch a glimpse of him. You crave

inner voice, returning to his

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

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

toward an elderly

explained, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Many are

gathering, not for a mere limpse of the king. It was far too dangerous. Not a risk if you don't get

No way. Absolutely not.

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

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

the grand lords, he stood out like

with regal authority. His j stance, his attire - every aspect of his being radiated immense power. posture,

were clothed in 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 its

cliché. But seeing the grand king now, he understood. He towered over even Lord Vladya, who was

since every Urekai had flocked to the arena that night, finally found peace.

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 enough to soothe their anxieties and

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