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.

those sacks," she whispered to the two men in the distance, their shoulders burdened with heavy bags

"Everyone, hurry now."

to

EMERIEL

pain ripped through her lower abdomen. It

she drew her knees

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vitriol

riding up her thighs as she squeezed her knees so tightly that her fingers dug into her skin, drawing

burst open, and Lord Herod rushed in, his hair sleep-tousled and

to answer, but a fresh dose of agony bombarded her, cutting

her gently into his

of his touch, but relief came when only mild discomfort accompanied it. "Worry not, it won't be

child. A sensation like something being squeezed within her made her cry out again, barely aware of his soothing hand stroking her

one feels different," Emeriel

closes and ascends." Sadness flashed through Lord Herod's expression. "It feels this way because you

snapped up.

have a theory. If the last discharge is particularly painful, it's because your body wanted to hold onto that last release, and the discharge ends up fighting to be released. Like a prisoner struggling to escape a soldier's grasp."

head, his

her head back on his chest, hiding

had never given pregnancy any

more than the physical pain in

Lord Herod sighed, his all-too-seeing eyes staring at her. "Do not torture yourself. Do not do that to

tore from her throat, then another. Soon, Emeriel

murmuring soothing words as

squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe if she fought alongside her

herself, Emeriel squeezed her thighs together, clenching her muscles, so hard, her body

Emeriel, let it out," Lord Herod scolded, giving