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

Captive Slave 158

Chapter 158

Sunlight stabbed through the window, striking Emeriel's eyes, the bedsheets were cold, the room silent. She woke to an empty bed. Trying to move, she realized that was the least of he problems.

A sick feeling churned in her stomach, the nausea hitting her hard. Each attempt to move sent tremors of pain through her battered body. Bile surged up her throat, muscles protesting as she doubled over and wretched onto the rumpled bedding. She heaved until nothing remained, dry sobs wracking her fram. Tears mingled with saliva and bile on her cheeks, her nose running unchecked. The world swam in a nauseating blur.

A gentle knock broke the silence. My beloved?

The door creaked open, revealing Lord Herod's concerned face, Oh, my poor little one. He stepped inside. "Your heat has ended."

Indeed it had. The feverish arousal that had consumed her for days was gone, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion. Her mind was clear, but her body felt as if it had been trampled by a stampede of horses.

"I feel... crushed," she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut against the morning light that stabbed like needles. "Like a war chariot ran me over."

"A common feeling, my dear," Lord Herod soothed. His footsteps drew nearer. "I'll have you moved to the main house. The maids will see to this mess. A bath has already been prepared. You'll feel better afterward."

Emeriel doubted that, but she didn't have the energy to argue. The thought of being clean was a small comfort.

"I'm going to lift you now," Herod announced, his hand reaching for her arm.

Emeriel recoiled with a hiss, her body instinctively shrinking from his touch. "No," she whimpered. "It hurts."

"That, too, is normal, my dear Em," he said softly. "You've been touched constantly for days. Your body craves space to heal. But I'm afraid you'll have to endure it for a moment. Walking will be difficult. This is the only way I can get you out of here." Emeriel's stomach roiled, making it difficult to focus on Lord Herod's words. She tried to summon the strength to move, but her muscles refused to cooperate.

"Alright," she managed, weakly, bracing herself for the pain.

But nothing prepared her for the abject misery that shot through her when his strong arms lifted her from the bed. Emeriel stifled a cry as she was carried out of the cottage that had been her world for the past three days. "The grand king has left, hasn't he?" Emeriel tried not to cry.

emotions would be more stable, but they were still a chaotic

with you, staying the entire time, despite his deep-seated hatred for your kind. The gods are

murder. Twice, he'd almost strangled her. If the gods truly favored her, they wouldn't have forged this bond in the first place. Before

going to

few more seconds, my dear," Lord Herod

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Chapter 158

AEKEIRA

her

apart felt

to complete everything on time. Today, however, she was determined.

before dawn, Aekeira barely snatched an hour of sleep before tirelessly cleaning Blackstone's entire third wing. Then, she tended the gardens, watering, weeding, and planting. By midday, she was exhausted but

cheerful tune, Aekeira moved around the toolshed,

Look who it is. The

Tyke's voice. He

hadn't encountered him since that dreadful evening, and she'd hoped she never would again. "Good

He inhaled deeply from his pipe. "What did you

I don't

until her spine met the rough wall, trapping her. His eyes burned with rage, muscles tensed. "Lord Vladya despises your kind. He finds great joy in eradicating vermin like you. What did you do to earn his favor?" Panic clawed at Aekeira's throat and she glanced at the door, longing for escape. "I swear, I've

distance, looming over her. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw tightly, forcing

here. Your looks

in bed? Is your

Are

her jaw