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

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."

because I am human? I know you don't like my kind.

and he stiffened

me," Emeriel pleaded, mortified. I have no idea what came over

continued walking, his hands clasped behind his back, the tension gradually easing from his

only by the sounds of nature and the rustling of leaves beneath their

and Emericl couldn't suppress a smile. This tranquil oasis

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

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

flushed under his scrutiny, her insides burning. She had never been looked

she asked, her voice husky and

please," he said, his deep voice a velvety

her heart racing as she guided him through the

a constant reminder of his potent presence. They strolled

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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 to shut out the outside world. The garden was carefully arranged, with symmetrical beds overflowing

rosemary.

are they beautiful, but they are also known to uplift the spirit.

she telling him this? Perhaps it was because she hoped by engaging him, she could prolong their

was a stolen moment. A precious encounter she had never dared to imagine. In its wickedness, fate had somehow. found a way

"Courage from a flower, you say?" he mused.