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.

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

the maids came to replace the bed linens and tidy the chamber. But for the most part, Emeriel was left alone with

to him tales of epic battles won and lost. Stories of

had encounter rooms, sealed like tombs with heavy locks, that she realized held the memories of his late bondmate

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

worn leather-bound book of religious texts and ancient prayers, she opened it to the

read, tending to the flickering flames in the stone fireplace with her free hand. "Almighty

lost herself in the sacred texts, time drifting away unnoticed as

administer his night medicines that she

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

to thank

past behind, Aekeira had been right. She needed to know her male was hale and hearty, even

Livia confessed, her hands resting on the doorframe.

drifted to the bed. "Lord Ottai ignores us at best, Lord Vladya would harm any human who got in his way, and Lord Zaiper...well, he treats

the kitchens started making better meals for us when he returned. He included us in festivals as attendants, not slaves. And when we were

Emeriel stared, speechless.

grand king's benevolence to the humans,

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

the only ones praying for his recovery, you know." Madam Livia added. "We all are. That's why I'm

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

showing improvement, but without

be certain," Madam Livia finished

had already moved to

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

it. Many souls had been lost during