Captive Slave 111

Chapter 111

EMERIEL

Emeriel forced herself to step back from the grand king's embrage. "Thank you, Your Grace."

As they resumed their walk, a tingling sensation spread through her body, her heart pounding in her chest. Why did the universe seem to delight in her suffering? Why was she constantly subjected to these trials!

No, Your Grace, we have not met before.

Another lie to add to the growing list of deceptions weighing heavily on her conscience. It was necessary for her survival, but it still stung.

She was no longer Prince Emeriel, nor was she simply Slave Emeriel. She was Princess Galilea, a betrothed to a Urekai high lord.

She needed to start acting the part, instead of yearning to be back in those strong arms, safe and protected.

"Why are you so nervous around me, Princess?" King Daemonika questioned, in that rich voice that made her jittery on Le inside.

How to answer that question? Emeriel opted for a half-truth. "Well, you are the grand king," she said, her voice holding a slight tremor. "I have heard many stories about you, and frankly, they are enough to make anyone nervous. I am sure I am not the only one who feels this way?"

For the first time, the corners of his lips twitched upwards, hinting at a smile that never fully bloomed. "You are not," he admitted, "You may relax. Princess. I assure you, I will not harm you."

am human? I know you don't like my kind. The words fell from her lips before she could stop

faltered, and he

pleaded, mortified. I have

clasped behind his

by the sounds of nature and the rustling of

suppress a smile. This tranquil oasis had always been her favorite part of

you like to see the garden, Your Grace?" she offered, hoping to steer the conversation away from her earlier blunder. His eyes met hers, and once again, Emeriel found herself trapped in his intense

at her with a concentration that thrilled and unnerved her. There was no

flushed under his scrutiny, her insides burning. She had never been looked at in such a way

asked, her

way, please," he said,

racing as she guided him through the

heat behind her with every step, a constant reminder of

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walls enclosed the space, creating an intimate haven that seemed to shut out the outside world. The garden was carefully arranged, with symmetrical

rosemary.

Your Grace. Not only are they beautiful,

she

she had never dared to imagine. In its

the star-shaped bloorns with a curious gaze. "Courage from a flower, you say?" he mused. "That

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