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

Captive Slave 192

Chapter 192

Chapter 192

AEKERIA

The next morning, Ackeira was beside herself with worry as she stepped into the grand court alongside Emeriel. They had tried to be brave when they

Ceived the summons, dressing in their slave uniforms with unsteady hands. But now, standing before the imposing double doors of the court, her heart repeated somersaults.

As the doors creaked open, Em's hand grabbed hers, her anxious eyes reflecting the same fear that gripped Aekeira.

Linking their fingers, Aekeria mouthed. "It's going to be fine."

They stood at the center of the court, surrounded by lords, high-ranking officials, and nobles, their eyes heavy and assessing.

Aekeira's gaze immediately found Grand Lord Vladya, seated at the right of the king. He was as stoic as ever, his attention solely on the parchment he was writing on, never once sparing her a glance.

Contrary to what Emeriel had said, Aekeira knew he had been avoiding her all week. She had felt it-the deliberate absence, the cold distance.

And it hurt.

Aekeira had thought they were making progress. After the day they spent together in his chambers, when he had shared a piece of himself with her, she had dared to hope. Maybe, just maybe, he was letting her in. But now, it was clear. He wasn't.

In fact, he had withdrawn from her completely.

Was it the feral madness yet again? Or had he decided a mere human wasn't worth it?

Aekeira wished she could say it hadn't bothered her, but the truth was, she had been downright obsessing over the reasons. Trying to justify his silence, his avoidance.

Maybe their paths simply had not crossed?

So why hasn't he spared me a glance here? Not even once?

"We are gathered here today to make a decree." The grand king's voice rang out over the court. "For too long, these two souls have been bound in chains, denied their freedom and dignity. Today, we acknowledge their dedication and service to Urai. By the power vested in me by this court and in the presence of these witnesses, I hereby declare that the bonds of their enslavement are broken."

Aekeira heard the words, but their meaning didn't sink in. Bonds of enslavements are broken. Bonds of enslavement.. broken?

A quick glance at Emeriel confirmed her sister was just as confused.

"From this moment forth, you are free women, no longer subject to the will of another," the grand king continued. "May you walk with your heads held high, knowing you are equal in the eyes of this land and its people. Go forth, live your lives as you choose, and may you find peace and happiness in your newfound freedom."

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tears stinging her eyes. Aekeira blinked franticly, struggling to process what she had just heard.

no way this was a dream. Emeriel pressed closer,

We. Are. Free.

from here, a troop awaits to safely take them back home." The grand king finally stared at them. "The future is yours to shape. Be

Aekeira, so powerful it held

wide

Emeriel mumbled into her

we are, Em." Unreal. Ten months of

whips, barely edible food, nights of starvation, mistresses

pulling back to glance around the room. "How is this day

head.

grand king scribbled on a scroll, passing it around to the high lords for their signatures, Aekeira watched their freedom become more tangible with each

every stroke of the quill, their chains

came back to her. A troop

her heart, everything