Captive Slave 208

Chapter 208

Chapter 208

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

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She stood in front of the cave, dawn breaking around her. She stared into the yawning black. "Are you sure he's in there?"

Yaz gave a solemn nod. "He's been here for months. It's unlikely he left during my absence."

"You said you have never been inside? Not even once?"

"Yes. He forbade it. Threatened to rip apart anyone who dared," muscle ticked in his jaw. "Lord Vladya doesn't want to be seen like this. He came here to die, your highness." Aekeira flushed. "Why do you call me that?"

"That's what you are, is it not?"

"It is." She glanced back at the cave entrance. "But you always called me 'Slave.' Hearing you address me differently now feels... strange. Please, call me Aekeira."

Yaz seemed to consider this as she ventured into the cave. Jagged rocks jutted from the ground and walls, the deeper she went, the narrower the path became.

Aekeira glanced down at her extravagant attire, wishing she had worn something simpler for this. The few clothes she possessed were all equally elaborate.

She lifted the heavy hem of her dress as she climbed over the rocks, her mind already picturing how awkward this was going to get. Perhaps Lord Ottai will supply simpler ones some once she and Emeriel settle in. The cave stretched on, vast and empty.

The echoes of her footsteps were the only sound accompanying her. Maybe he really did leave.

Then, she heard it. A low growl from the far side of the cave.

Soc

of fear that shot through her. You didn't come

her shoulders, she followed

should not be

His voice...

throat. Whipping her head around, she searched for the source, but the echoing walls made it impossible to pinpoint its location. She squinted

sniff. Pause. A much louder sniff. "Wretched youngling. How dare you

across the world right

Silence.

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Chapter 208

stirred at her back. His warmth enveloped her from behind, his heat like a protective blanket.

"I do not

A pause.

And then. "A-Aekeira?"

consult me!?"

open with a force that rattled the shelves "You brought them back here without even

paused mid-scribble, his quill hovering above the parchment, and glanced up calmly. The

see smoke rising

also a grand lord." Ottai said

have told me!" Zaiper barked, his fists

and set it aside. "How many decisions have you made over the years without consulting me?" "Those

by his anger. "In fact, the people disagree as well. You should have seen the way they were welcomed. Our people are happy, for the breath of hope in

an eyebrow. "I thought it was obvious. Daemonikai and Vladya

place for them," Zaiper snapped, advancing a

A

long time since he'd seen Zaiper this riled up, and it

I do while you do yours. This is what

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