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

Chapter 232

Emeriel was led to the grand king's study, where her presence was formally announced. "Come in," came the deep voice from inside.

Emeriel entered, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she braced herself before finally turning, her eyes settling on him.

Like frost over a windowpane, a shiver of awareness spread through her.

Her traitorous body reacted instantly, sending a clear message: Hey look, it's our sexy-as-hell beloved.

Needless to say, her every nerve ending was in a state of disarray.

Her legs wanted to move toward him.

Her hand itched to reach out and touch his neatly styled black hair, then trail over the white strands.

Her lips longed to move closer to his, to brush against them in the guise of an accident.

Her tongue wished to go on an adventure inside his mouth.

And her behind shamelessly wanted to sit on those strong thighs again.

Yeah, she was pathetic like that.

Even 'bad bad' didn't

You summoned me, You cover how bad she had it for this male.

"You

Your Gra Grace." Special thanks to her voice for remaining strong in this hard

times, where every other part of her quaked.

"I did," he gave her a tired smile. "How do you fare, prettiest beloved?"

No one had yet answered her question of "what alternate universe did I fall into?"

that Emeriel planned to stop asking until she received a

"Marvelous, Your

Majesty. She

what do I owe this

he gestured towards a stack of scrolls piled high on his

up on, and it's expected after such a long break, but... heavens, I could use

was asking

Emeriel

for help? Wanted to work

hated the way her

she appreciate the way her wandering eyes noted every trace of

assist you with this?" Her voice might just be her best trait yet. It amazed her how neutral it remained. "I don't

in his

her return, but had been his constant companion two years ago.

first

son."

could never get my youngest

Console him.

effort to keep her legs rooted to the spot. They wanted so badly to close the distance between

just like her traitorous body,

with a quill for one minute," His gaze turned distant, "and the next, he'd

Com him.

Emeriel," he said gently. "Do you think you could help me get some of

was letting her

to even speak of. he was inviting her to share his burden, to work

Now,

him clawed at her, leaving red, angry marks all over

deep breath, she

body moved before her mind could catch up. Eating up

he swiveled in his chair to

"Please."

wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling

pleasure to help, Your Grace," she murmured against him, stroking his hair with the

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI