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

Captive Slave 181

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Outal stopped mid-step, his hand reaching out to grip Vladya's ann, and he leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. Wait. Was she the business he had to take care of for a few day? The female in heat who imprinted on him?"

"Uh-huh. Vladya's eyes shifted toward Daemonikai, who walked ahead, his face stony and unflappable. Ever since the gathering, Daemonikai had said little beyond what was necessary in court.

"Shit. How did that happen?" Ottai hissed, stealing glances at the grand king. "If he did not know she was a girl, how did they... how did they manage to spend her heat together?"

Because no one meddles with those crazy bitches called fate. Vlaya did not know all the details, but it seemed Daemonikai had met Emeriel under a different identity, not realizing who-r what-she truly was.

"Even if Daemonikai's side of the bond was dormant,-it-would be fully awake now," Ottai murmured, more to himself than to Vladya. "Not only did they nurture it through the heat, but now he knows the truth. Does this mean... he's going to be mated again?" Vladya's stare flicked toward Daemonikai again. His old friend's eyes darkened, but he gave no other reaction, remaining silent.

"That's enough, Ottai," Vladya muttered under his breath. "You can keep processing all of this, but keep it in your head, alright?

They had reached the entrance to the Court of Duty. The grand doors swung open, revealing a hall packed with lords. Vladya swore.

He had not seen this many lords gathered in one place in a long long time. Had every lord in Uraie-and beyond-made the journey to witness the proceedings?

As they stepped inside, all eyes turned.toward them. The lords rose in greeting, the atmosphere tense and crackling. Zaiper was already seated, his face cold and calculating. Vladya and Ottai moved forward, taking their respective seats. As Vladya scanned the room, he sighed inwardly.

This was going to be a very, very long night.

EMERIEL

became smaller and smaller. Her once spacious bedchamber

soldiers had come to escort her back to her own room. She hadn't been sure whether she was being protected or punished with house arrest like Mistress Sinai had been, but it didn't take long to

ever-watchful soldiers stationed outside her door confirmed her suspicions. It was punishment,

the dungeon, and that was supposed to offer her some comfort. But the absence of chains

had asked herself too

she being kept here to shield her from the wrath of the council, or was she a caged person awaiting judgment

her fate?

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stretched without end. Her anxiety grew, slowly swallowing her calm and logic. By the fourth day, the isolation had worn her thin, and she felt sick to her core. If tear ducts

stop crying, to hold it all in. But every time he gave in to overthinking, the floodgates

part

from King Daemonikai. No visits,

door. Hoping he would come, praying for the sound of his footsteps. Emeriel didn't care what his reaction would be anymore. He could seold-her, scream at her, even hurt

was stretched too thin, utterly exhausted and heartbroken. Even Aekeira hadn't come. Which meant she

her spirit, it was working. They might as well have thrown her into

her spiraling thoughts and aggravating worries for company, Emeriel was slowly slipping further into insanity. She had no idea

still calling for

punishment

she suffering now

of Lord Herod? Had he been implicated as well, punished

how long would she be kept here? Another day? A week?

her world spin, making her lightheaded.

untouched since it arrived, as had the ones