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

"Marvelous, Your

Majesty. She

coolly."To "To what do I owe

are quite skilled with numbers," he gestured towards

you could assist me with these. There's so much to catch up on, and it's

was asking her

Emeriel

help? Wanted to work

the way her damn

wandering eyes noted every

her best trait yet. It amazed her how neutral it remained. "I don't think you

flashed in

she had rarely seen since her return, but had been his constant companion two years ago. "My late bondmate, she used to help when the workload became too

first

son."

touched his lips. "You could never get my youngest to sit still for this

Console him.

her legs rooted to the spot.

traitorous body, were her greatest

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

Com him.

"So, Princess Emeriel," he said gently. "Do you think you could help

was letting

to even speak of. he

Now,

The need to soothe him clawed at her, leaving red, angry marks all over

deep breath, she

mind could catch up. Eating up the gap between them, pulling

behind his desk, and he swiveled in his chair to face her. Emeriel spread her arms, whispering, "May

"Please."

legs, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling

be my pleasure to help, Your Grace," she

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI