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

Chapter 219

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 219

No response. No movement.

"His body is burning up again. "I need to sponge him down again." She muttered, her gaze drawn to the dark veins that stood out against his pale arm. "Perhaps this time, he will stay with us, right?"

Lord Ottai looked so hopeful that Emeriel nodded. "Yes, I hope so too."

She sat beside King Daemonikai and picked up a washcloth, dipping it in cool water. Carefully, she began to run the cloth down his scathed arm.

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the soft sound of water dripping from the cloth.

Lord Ottai lingered for a while, keeping her company, before duty pulled him away, leaving Emeriel alone with the grand king.

She continued sponging his heated skin for hours, refraining from undressing him completely.

Slowly, gradually, the fever began to subside, until it broke.

Exhausted, she finally allowed herself to rest. Laying her head beside his ribs, she closed her eyes, the rhythmic rise and fall of his shallow breaths lulling her into a much-needed sleep.

.......................... Emeriel stayed by the grand king's side, barely leaving his chambers except for brief respites to refresh herself.

Everything she needed, from food to fresh linens, was brought directly to the royal residence.

There was no world beyond the king's chambers, her life revolved only around the still figure in the bed.

visit, she patiently guided Emeriel, teaching her how to concoct medicinal teas and brew potions to reduce the fever and stave off the symptoms of soul death. Afterward, Madam Livia blended fragrant oils while Emeriel ground

bathing and changing of clothes, and the maids came to replace the bed linens

would often choose books from the grand library, reading aloud to him tales of epic battles won and

the memories of his late bondmate and children. Out of respect, she never ventured near them,

and applying drops of medicine into his open, unblinking eyes, Emeriel knelt by

texts and ancient prayers, she opened it to the page

of health, and healing hands, both to body and soul," she read, tending to the flickering flames in the stone fireplace with her free hand. "Almighty and powerful Ukrae, who

the sacred texts, time drifting

night medicines that she stirred,

Livia asked later, as she prepared to depart,

need to thank

truth was, despite her desire to leave the past behind, Aekeira had been right. She needed to know her male was hale and hearty,

so devoted to him," Madam Livia confessed, her hands resting on the doorframe. "They all hated us humans, but he was the

Ottai ignores us at best, Lord Vladya would harm any human who

us when he returned. He included us in festivals as attendants, not slaves. And when we were sick, he made sure

Emeriel stared, speechless.

aware of some of the grand king's benevolence to

of her time had been spent in Lord Herod's home, too preoccupied with her own

added. "We all are. That's why I'm convinced that assassin was sent,

to the grand king. The faint rise and fall of his chest the only sign

showing improvement, but without

cannot be certain," Madam Livia

already moved to another chamber the day

the soul was crossing the Cold Sea, the final boundary between the

every history text on it. Many souls