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

Chapter 221

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 221

"Stay with me," she cupped his icy hands in hers, ignoring the biting cold. Touching him everywhere she could reach...his forehead, his shoulders, his arms. "Please stay with me, your Grace. You can do this. I know you can." Driven, Emeriel sprang up and dashed out of the room, only to return with armfuls of blankets.

She piled them on top of him, burying him under a mountain of wool.

Yet, it didn't seem like enough. He needed more. He needed more!

"I'm here! Step back, Emeriel!" Lord Ottai barged in, two buckets in hand, steam rising from them in furious spirals. "Get those blankets off him, quickly."

Fumbling, she tore the blankets away and Lord Ottai wasted no time tipping the first bucket over him.

The boiling water hissed as it hit his frozen skin, drenching him from head to toe.

The heat vanished almost instantly. The water cooled within seconds.

Light-gods... This is not real. There's no way this is happening.

Swearing under his breath, Lord Ottai grabbed the second bucket and poured it over him as well.

The result was the same. The water turned cold before it could even begin to do its work.

More guards arrived, carrying an endless supply of steaming buckets. Lord Ottai continued to offload bucket after bucket over the grand king, each time the warmth vanished almost as soon as it touched his frigid body.

Emeriel lost count of how many buckets they'd used, her heart sinking deeper each time the water failed to warm him.

Out the window, the night sky was alight with firesticks. The grounds were filled with a crowd kneeling in prayer. Urekai...and humans.

Her breath caught. There were no soldiers pushing the humans back. No conflict, no hostility. Just peaceful coexistence. Prayers whispered into the night, for the grand king's safe crossing and return. A moment of unity between the two species. So rare, so beautiful. Looking back at King Daemonikai, puffs of air shuddered out of Emeriel in relief.

His temperature had begun to shift. A touch of color had returned to his skin. The cold was slowly retreating.

"That's enough for now," Lord Ottai said, his voice hoarse but relieved.

"But his temperature is still low," Emeriel protested.

the Cold Sea, not drown him." The

"Livia, use the washcloths."

began to carefully wash the grand king's body with the steaming

but at least the water no longer

it didn't

in, crawling up his body like a wakening

Enough of this.

a second thought, Emeriel started

at her, alarmed. "What

everything quickly. Heat.

into bed beside King Daemonikai,

biting, painful.

with his, Emeriel wrapped around him

she gritted her teeth. I'm not letting

of your goddamn mind!?" Lord Ottai

is dangerous, Emeriel!" Madam Livia shrieked, panicked. "You could

Must warm my man.

not yours anymore, a part of her

a little while... he's mine.

as stubborn as he is. Why am I not surprised anymore, that they chose you for him!?" Lord

body covered as much of him as possible. "Stay with me," she murmured, her breath ghosting over his neck. "Just stay with me a little longer." Her fingers

Ottai's tone turned pleading. "Please, Emeriel, listen to me." "If he becomes too cold, I will move

you sure?"

too cold. "I'm sure," she had to try

head snapped

Emeriel cut her off, eyes locked on the king's pale, unresponsive

a pile of warm wool. But the cold swallowed every bit

feet and hands one by one

I know," Emeriel's hand cupped his

You will glide across that sea like it's a mere creek." Pressing a kiss against his cold lips, she whispered. "You are not alone.

the night deepened, stretching on in silence,

rose as well, walking to the door. "I will check back in the morning," he

his eyes on

gods couldn't have given him a better Soulbond.