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

Captive Slave 182

Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Emeriel couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. She stared at her hands as though they held all the answers to making the violent windstorm around her calm again. Picking up the spoon she forced herself to take a small bite of food.

The moment the warm food hit her tongue, her stomach growled hungrily, reminding her just how long it had been since she last ate. So eat, she did. Slowly at first, but then hunger took over.

Emeriel devoured the meal as if it was her last. She barely noticed Lord Vladya watching her until the last crumb was gone. Then, reality came crashing back in.

"Are you here to punish me too?" she asked, defeated.

Lord Vladya's look remained steady. "Why?"

She shrugged, her hands dropping to her lap as she looked away. "You gave me instructions to avoid him, to never be found

out."

"I also told you that fate was a fucking bitch who knows how to mess with people just to get a good laugh. You were never going to win against that bond." Lord Vladya tilted his head slightly. "Frankly, I'm surprised you managed to keep the secret for this long." "It matters not, anymore." Eimeriel glanced at her trembling hands, struggling to hold back tears. "Can I ask... is Aekeira alright? I have not seen her in days."

"She's fine." Lord Vladya's tone softened.

Silence settled between them, thick and heavy.

"Are you not going to ask how things are out there?" Lord Vladya said, his eyes narrowing. "Do you not have questions?"

"I do. I have a lot, but..." She cast a fleeting glance at him. "I wasn't sure you would answer them."

Lord Vladya leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. "Ask."

"How is... everything out there?"

remained quiet for so long, Emeriel began to

at last. "For someone

Emeriel looked away.

exhausting deliberations. The council is in uproar, but more concerning are the people. They are the most delicate problem we face."

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over your head on a silver platter," Lord Vladya's

tied to a heavy rock and thrown into the

The petitions are relentless. We are

Herod?" Emeriel's voice was barely

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"You mean your betrothed?"

left to defend herself, no strength to explain or plead her case. Exhaustion weighed down on her like a heavy cleak.

with a sigh. "However, I have a feeling Daemonikai would like to know. If you slept with him, don't bring it up unles asked. But if you didn't, tell him, even if he doesn't

guilt.

uncomfortable. Emeriel could feel the grand lord's powerful presence. She didn't know how to act, what to

rose

and sleep well. That too is

head. "As you wish,

keep her composure? Why were her eyes swimming with unshed tears

down in front of Lord Vladya. Stay strong, Emeriel, just

lord walked halfway across the room, he

shone in his hard eyes. Kind

gentler than she had ever heard it. Then, his arms

last bit of her

didn't walk.

closed and she threw herself