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

Chapter 290

After them, Lord Ottal's

bondmate came, breezing into the room with an elegance that belied her concern. She carried a bundle of fresh roses, their scent filling the room as she arranged them in a vase on the bedside table.

"These should brighten your day, dear," she said with a soft smile. "It's so good to see you recovering."

Emeriel's heart warmed by the gesture. "Thank you, my lady,"

As evening fell, the visitors trickled out one by one, leaving the room quiet once more.

Emeriel lay propped up against a mound of pillows, her body sore but her mind finally at ease.

Aekeira sat beside her on the edge of the bed, cradling a small bowl of steaming broth in her hands.

"I told you, I've had enough," Emeriel sighed.

"You have not eaten properly in days," Ackeira dipped the wooden spoon into the chicken broth and brought it to her lips. "Try to eat some more"

"Aekeira..." Emeriel groaned, sinking back into her pillows. "At this rate, I will be fat."

"You should. You have lost weight." She nudged the spoon closer. "Here, just a little more."

Resigned, Emeriel parted her lips.

Her sister tilted the spoon carefully, letting the warm liquid glide into her mouth.

"There

Aekeira kept feeding

her until the bowl was empty. Only then did she set the it aside with a satisfied nod.

"So, what's going on between you and Lord Vladya?" Emeriel asked.

Ackeira's hand hovered over the dishes she had begun gathering.

"Nothing," she said tightly.

"Aekeira..."

her hands moving jerkily. The

Aekeira blurted. "He could have stopped it. He could have ensured none

this," Emeriel said. "I made the decision on my own and made him promise me. Their word is

that wasn't enough, he had Lord Ottai drug me through the night," Aekeira spat, angry and hurt. The dishes clattered again as she packed

done everything possible to try

the door, opened it, and called for one

the dishes over and spoke quietly

closed, and

be so mad at him, Keira," Emeriel said in a low tone. "You know you

Aekeira jaw locked tight.

she let released a slow breath. "I think... I think I'm more mad at me than I am

her head, studying

So helpless. You're my sister and..." Her lips pressed into a thin line as

space on the bed beside her. "Come

moment before climbing onto the bed. She was careful not to lean into Emeriel or disturb her healing

dull ache that spread through her body and shifted slightly

said with affection, "It's not every situation you can save, and I would never expect that from you." Aekeira looked at

love you so much, and you

A faint, genuine

through the sadness, and the

at her cheeks. "But I'm

How about we

each the strongest person the other has

nodding in

her head

fingers drifted into Aekeira's hair, stroking it gently.

had been the single most

and tribulation, Aekeira had been

protector, her sister. And even now, as Emeriel lay broken and healing, Aekeira's presence

was someone

Someone just as important.

been on her mind all day, though she had tried not to ask. And Aekeira, perhaps sensing her he had

on,

gathering the courage to

breathing met