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

Captive Slave 161

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Chapter 161

MADAM LIVIA

Madam Livia stood at the edge of the garden, her eyes scanning The slaves under the pale glow of the moon as they worked diligently around her. "Elsie, stari watering over there!

"Yes, madam." The young girl hefted her watering can to the designated area.

Under the moonlight, a dozen figures moved like shadows, tending to the garden's needs.

A woman, hunched over flowering vines, expertly pruning each branch with quiet, rhythmic snips. A young boy carefully nurtured a row of delicate herbs, his touch gentle to avoid damaging the tender stems. Further down the path, a group of figures worked together, harvesting ripe vegetables, their baskets gradually filling.

Madam Livia oversaw them, her gaze vigilant for any sign of soldiers. They were not supposed to be out here this late, but Livia had to ensure nothing drew attention to Emeriel's absence

That girl would be the death of her yet. It had been six days, and although Livia knew it wasn't her fault, six days was a long time for a slave to disappear.

Whispers and questions were already circulating amongst the others. Their secrecy's fabric was thin. Excuses could only cover so much.

"Risa, be careful," Livia cautioned as the girl struggled with a heavy bucket of water, her small frame straining under the weight.

When had her life become this? Covering for slaves instead of maintaining her usual stern and unforgiving demeanor? But then, she remembered Emeriel's wide, agonized eyes as merciless heat cramps wracked her body. How was the girl faring now? How was she recovering?

Livia tried to push aside her worry, but sometimes, like now, it was impossible. Poor child.

Was Emeriel truly the female the grand king had left the fortress to aid during her heat?

When Livia had first heard the rumor, her relief had been crippling. She had been so terrified of how Emeriel's first heat would manifest without the sanctuary of the beast's forbidden chambers.

Fate truly worked in mysterious ways. Yet somehow, even amidst the cruelty of their world, things had a way of working out. Fate truly worked in mysterious ways.

the two men in the distance, their shoulders burdened with

"Everyone, hurry now."

needed to

EMERIEL

her lower abdomen. It

escaped her lips as she drew her knees to her chest,

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pain grew, like vitriol being poured into

she squeezed her

open, and Lord Herod rushed in, his hair sleep-tousled and nightshirt rumpled. "Are

dose of agony bombarded

lifted her gently into

his touch, but relief came when only mild discomfort accompanied it. "Worry not,

her in his lap like a child. A sensation like something

feels

it's the final discharge from your womb as it closes and ascends." Sadness flashed through Lord Herod's expression. "It feels this

snapped

particularly painful, it's because your body wanted to hold onto that last release, and the discharge ends up fighting to be

head, his expression

until now." Emeriel laid her head back on his chest, hiding the tears

was true, she had never given

carrying the grand king's child hurt more than the physical pain in her abdomen? Like

eyes staring at her. "Do not torture yourself. Do not do that

her throat, then another. Soon, Emeriel was weeping

offering comfort, murmuring soothing words as she cried

her eyes shut. Maybe if she fought

clenching her muscles, so hard,

Lord Herod scolded, giving her a gentle shake. "Emeriel, let it out,