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

Chapter 109

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."

I know you don't like my

and he stiffened beside

pleaded, mortified. I

clasped behind his back, the tension gradually easing from

them, broken only by the sounds of

oasis had always been her favorite part

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

staring at her with a concentration that thrilled and unnerved her. There was no shyness, no pretense of gentlemanly decorum in his gaze. Grand

had never been

asked, her

said,

she guided him through the garden. All too happy to break

feel his heat behind her with every step, a constant reminder of

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before them like a vibrant tableau of color. Tall, ivy-clad walls enclosed the space, creating an intimate haven that seemed

rosemary.

These are borage flowers, Your Grace. Not only are they beautiful, but they are also known to uplift the spirit. According to folklore, they instill courage and

was because she hoped by engaging him, she could

never dared to imagine. In its wickedness, fate had

He leaned closer, examining the star-shaped bloorns with a curious gaze. "Courage from a flower, you say?"

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