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

Captive Slave 206

Chapter 206

Chapter 206

PRINCESS EMERIEL

Emeriel was speechless, and it showed.

Every part of her arms was taken, held by Urekai hands, yet none of them made any move to harm her.

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Two years ago, these same people placed bets on who would be quick enough to kill her. Now, their touch was gentle, as if she were made of delicate glass they feared might shatter beneath their fingers.

These proud beings, who held themselves superior to humans and all other species, were now begging her, imploring her for help.

Tension bled from Emeriel, replaced by something far more unsettling. Fear.

For the first time in a long, long while, it crawled up her spine, chilling her blood. How gravely ill was her beloved?

No, no, no. Don't do that. He's no longer your beloved. He was never yours. Think of him only as their grand king.

How ill was their grand king, for them to cast aside their hatred for humans and beg for her help?

Emeriel had spent years blocking their bond, fighting against it. And when it had gone completely silent years ago, she'd felt relieved. That battle, at least, was over.

his

to be triggered. It had

the way, everyone," Lord Ottai's commanding voice cut through

at Emeriel's side as the crowd

Emeriel, while

ready for you, Emeriel, in Frostfall, near the grand king's chambers." Lord Ottai said. "Rest assured, no harm will come to either of you within these

outside her chambers, staring into the darkness, letting the silence wrap

much it bothered her. She had worked so hard to rid herself of feelings like this. Submerged them deep until she was numb

here they were, creeping back to the frontline like traitors

in this accursed place. The source of so much pain and yet it still felt like

in a deep breath and fell. What could she even do for him?

Sun, Jan

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crawled by. She stayed until her legs arched. What

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of her thoughts, she turned back into her room. Lying on the bed, she stared blankly at the ceiling. That was the moment

sprang from the bed. Cold

could she have forgotten to pack the most important thing What

seized, and

through that, not here, not now. If

the grand

settled like rocks in

sheets, forcing herself to stay calm. To

have never missed a dose in two years. Surely one