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 no idea what came over

his hands clasped behind his back, the tension gradually

broken only by the sounds of nature and the rustling of

the garden, and Emericl couldn't suppress a smile. This tranquil oasis had always been her favorite part of the estate, even

to see the garden, Your Grace?" she offered, hoping to steer the conversation away from her earlier blunder. His

was no shyness, no pretense of

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

asked, her voice husky and

he said, his deep

racing as she guided him through

every step, a constant

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Tall, ivy-clad walls enclosed the space, creating an intimate haven that seemed to shut

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

telling him this? Perhaps it was because she hoped

encounter she had never dared to imagine. In its wickedness, fate had somehow. found a

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

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