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?"

stop asking until she received a

"Marvelous, Your

Majesty. She

what do I owe this

gestured towards a stack of scrolls piled

to catch up on, and it's expected after such

asking her

Emeriel

Wanted

hated the way

wandering eyes noted every trace of exhaustion on his striking face, every

surely there are others who could assist you with this?" Her voice might just be her best trait yet. It amazed her how

flashed in

kind. That one 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 much," he admitted quietly.

first

son."

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

Console him.

effort to keep her legs rooted to the spot.

traitorous body, were

would sit with a quill for one minute," His gaze turned distant, "and the next, he'd be in his Chambers, napping. Or chasing the nearest

Com him.

eyes refocused. "So, Princess Emeriel," he said gently. "Do you think you could help me get

letting her

her was too painful to even speak of. he was

Now,

The need to soothe him clawed at her, leaving red,

a deep breath, she

catch up. Eating up the gap between

behind his desk, and he swiveled in his chair to face her. Emeriel spread her

"Please."

her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling his head

be my pleasure to help, Your Grace," she murmured

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI