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

Chapter 262

"Come, let's go home," he said, his voice regaining its usual strength. "Hydra Lake has seen enough of us for one day"

Raising his voice slightly, he added, "And Ottai has heard enough for today."

Lord Ottai was listening? Emeriel pulled back, her eyes widening in surprise. She glanced around, searching for the grand lord.

From behind a distant tree, the grand lord stepped out, a sheepish look on his face. He waved at them, awkwardly.

"How dare you listen in to my conversation, Ottai?" the king growled, his eyes still on Emeriel.

"I tried not to, Your Grace," he shouted from where he stood, his voice defensive. "But no matter how hard

I turned my ears off, they managed to catch a word or two." He paused, looking even more guilty. "Or ten."

"Ottai, Daemonikai drawled in warning.

"I apologize, Your Grace," Ottai said, his tone far too earnest for it to be genuine.

The Grand King snorted, shaking his head before turning to Emeriel. "Let's go home."

She nodded, taking a few steps forward, but faltered when a sharp ache shot through her body. Emeriel winced, trying to mask it, but his watchful gaze caught her discomfort.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes, it's... uhmm... that is..." This was difficult. How could she explain that her body ached, and she could barely walk right, from their passionate night together?

"I-I'm fine," she managed to say.

He arched a brow. "Are you really?"

she could answer, his arms slid beneath her knees and back, lifting

someone isn't fully recovered from her... strenuous activity last night?" he

against his neck. "Lord Ottai can

and noble, but one of these days, you should listen

lady," Ottai called indignantly from behind them, his tone somewhere between affronted

his shoulder. "Are you implying I

Only a

curved into a smile despite herself. She leaned into

face, her soft laughter

king's gaze softened as he looked

in years, Emeriel

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Chapter 262

Home.

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shoulder as they passed through the imposing gates of

as he moved forward, carrying her

me all the way inside? The

falter. He walked steadily with unhurried steps,

people, but she could hear the murmurs. Whispers filled the air like a low hum, their words indistinct yet charged with curiosity and surprise. Emeriel tightened her arms around his neck, hiding her face against his shoulder. She felt like she was floating, the comfort of being this way with him replacing the emptiness she had lived with for so long. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt truly warm and alive. Like she had finally thawed out

winter.

evening court session has started," a soldier's

before quickly shutting her eyes again. She wasn't

carried her forward. Then came

First, the mighty and supreme sovereign ruler of

proclamation,

they were now at the entrance to

still carrying me,"