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.

it was his dying

to be

the way, everyone," Lord Ottai's commanding

appeared at Emeriel's side as the crowd parted. "We will escort both of

while Yaz

of passageways. "Your old rooms in Blackstone have been prepared for you, Aekeira. But I'll have a room made 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 walls. I've assigned my most

the rest of Ravenshadow slept, Emeriel stood alone in the corridor outside her chambers,

how much it bothered her. She had worked so hard to rid herself of

to the frontline like traitors in the night, robbing

of so much pain and yet it still felt like

What could she even

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by. She stayed until her legs arched. What would

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her room. Lying on the bed, she stared blankly at the ceiling. That was the moment realization hit Emeriel with the force of a loaded carriage. Something crucial, she had forgotten

from the bed. Cold sweat broke across

she have forgotten to pack the most important thing What if

seized, and

that, not here, not now. If she could help it, not ever

the grand king triggered her

settled like rocks in her

sheets, forcing herself to stay calm.

two years. Surely one or two missed doses