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."

like my kind. The words

faltered, and he

pleaded, mortified. I have no

behind his back, the tension gradually easing

the sounds of

suppress a smile. This tranquil oasis had always

offered, hoping to steer the conversation away from her earlier blunder. His eyes met hers, and once

concentration that thrilled and unnerved her. There was no shyness, no pretense of gentlemanly decorum in

her insides burning. She had never been looked at

asked, her voice husky

said,

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

feel his heat behind her with every step, a constant reminder of his potent presence. They

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a vibrant tableau of color. Tall, ivy-clad walls enclosed the space, creating an intimate haven that seemed to shut out the outside world. The garden was carefully arranged, with symmetrical beds overflowing with medicinal

rosemary.

Your Grace. Not only are they beautiful, but they are also known to uplift the

this? Perhaps it was because she hoped by engaging

dared to imagine. In its wickedness, fate had somehow.

curious gaze. "Courage from a flower, you say?" he mused. "That is indeed fascinating. And they are

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