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.

concoct medicinal teas and brew potions to reduce the fever and stave off the symptoms of soul death. Afterward, Madam Livia

Urekai servants handled the king's bathing and changing of clothes, and the maids came to replace the bed linens and tidy the chamber. But for the most part,

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

she realized held the memories

drops of medicine into his open,

book of religious texts and ancient prayers, she opened it to the page where she had left off the day before,

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 heals all and saves all, may thine blessings restore strength

the sacred texts, time

medicines that she stirred, gently closing the prayer book and rising to join

she prepared to depart, pausing at the

to

despite her desire to leave the past behind, Aekeira had been right. She needed to know her male was hale and hearty, even if they were halfway across

Madam Livia confessed, her hands resting on the doorframe. "They all hated us humans,

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

King Daemonikai? He sees a child fall, and he helps her up. Did you notice the kitchens started making better meals for us when he returned. He included us in festivals as attendants, not slaves. And

Emeriel stared, speechless.

had been aware of some of the grand king's benevolence to the humans, but not

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

aren't the only ones praying for his recovery, you know." Madam Livia added. "We all are. That's why I'm convinced that assassin was sent,

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

improvement, but

cannot be certain," Madam Livia

both knew the importance of the frostfever. King Daemonikai had already moved to another chamber the

sign that the soul was crossing the Cold Sea, the

history text on it. Many souls had been lost during this crossing, swallowed whole by the