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.

and brew potions to reduce the fever and stave off the symptoms of soul death. Afterward, Madam Livia blended fragrant oils

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, Emeriel was left alone with her

the grand library, reading aloud to him tales of epic battles won and lost. Stories of distant lands and

like tombs with heavy locks, that she realized held the memories of his late bondmate and children. Out of respect, she never ventured near them, honoring

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

it to the page where she had left

O Great Ukrae, the restoration of health, and healing hands, both to body and soul," she read, tending to the flickering flames in the stone fireplace with her free

herself in the sacred texts, time

his night medicines that she stirred, gently closing the prayer

returning to Urai?" Madam Livia asked later, as she prepared to

to

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

Livia confessed, her hands resting on the doorframe. "They all hated us humans, but he was the only ruler

harm any human who got in his way, and Lord Zaiper...well, he treats us worse than dirt, killing

her up. Did you notice the kitchens started making better meals for us when he returned. He

Emeriel stared, speechless.

grand king's benevolence to the

in Lord Herod's home, too preoccupied with her own struggles, worrying about her heat and hiding her

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,

rise

showing improvement, but without the

be certain,"

King Daemonikai had already moved to another chamber the day before,

a sign that the soul was crossing the Cold Sea, the final boundary between the living and

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