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

Captive Slave 171

Chapter 171

Chapter 171

EMERIEL

Emeriel slipped into the last of her clothes, catching sight of her reflection in the tall, elegant wooden frame mirror.

A sad, almost bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she stared at the girl looking back at her. It wasn't Princess Galilea in the reflection, but Emeriel.

"Thank you," she murmured, sincerely,

The household slaves bowed deeply before filing silently out of the bedchamber. Emeriel sighed.

The servants had drawn her a bath, helped her dress, and assisted with her ablutions. No matter how she hinted or outrightly stated her ability to take care of herself, Lord Herod either ignored her or deflected easily. They even tied her chest bindings. Emeriel glanced at her chest. The binds were looser than normal, her breasts still tender and swollen from her recent heat. For that, she wore three layers of shirts.

Taking a breath, Emeriel let the moment sink in. Finally. It's all over.

"Are you ready to go, little one?" Lord Herod's voice broke the quietness. He stood by the open door, waiting patiently.

She nodded, turning to him. "Thank you for everything."

He leaned against the doorframe. "How does it feel to be going back to the real world?"

Emeriel stared at her reflection once more. She felt... different.

It was hard to put into words, but she didn't feel like the girl she was before her heat. Usually, she was burdened by the weight of her secrets, by the deceit and guilt. Her every moment was filled with anxiety and fear of being discovered. But this Emeriel, the one staring back at her in the mirror, simply looked... resigned. Sad and resigned. Guess the sadness never changes.

Perhaps it was because she had finally experienced a taste of what could have been, what she was missing. What was meant to be hers but would never truly belong to her.

felt like touching the clouds, reaching for the heavens, only to be reminded that it would never be

once, pain wasn't the defining emotion. Maybe because she had been in so much pain these past

bone-deep sadness.

voice softened as he moved closer. "Are you

"Let's go, please. I'm sure they must have noticed my

longer, then offered his arm, which she took gratefully. Together, they walked through the halls toward the main entrance of the estate. When they reached the gates, Emeriel turned to him. "Thank you once

times you've said that, you sound like

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kind to me before. In the beginning, I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It took me a while to realize there was no shoe,

"I see

can I ever

remaining on the

his laughter, fading into the distance

AEKERIA

her fingers entwined in Lord Vladya's hair. He sat on

crazily intimate it had made her uncomfortable. But as she stroked his black silken strands and he nestled closer, a rush

seemed now that Aekeira had finally put a name to the nagging feeling inside her,

A

blossom, making a home

and hidden, but alive nonetheless.

Vladya still looked like he was struggling with sexlust, but there was

voice low, unexpected. "I

fingers stilled in

to visit the mages. It was a foolish thing to do, the journey was risky, and

her. Sharing something personal with her.

was over a hundred years ago. She returned so happy, even the cost of the magic didn't sway her joy. Henry was terrified, but Merry... she was glowing with happiness. The magic lasted only a few hours, but in that brief time, she was the happiest I'd ever seen

cost?" Aekeira asked, tone soft, her hand resuming