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..."

jerkily. The dishes clattered loudly

happen," Aekeira blurted. "He could have stopped it. He could have ensured none of this happened,

cannot blame him for this," Emeriel said. "I made the decision on my own and made him promise

enough, he had Lord Ottai drug me through the night," Aekeira spat, angry and hurt. The dishes clattered

did it to spare you that pain. You know it was for your own good. If he hadn't done it, you would have done everything possible to try rescuing me... and you could

anything, she walked to the door, opened it, and called for one of the

patiently as she handed the dishes over and spoke

door closed, and

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

Aekeira jaw locked tight.

breath. "I think... I think I'm more mad at me than I am at

head, studying her sister with

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

empty space on the bed

climbing onto the bed. She was careful not to lean into

through her body and shifted slightly to lie on her side, turning to face

to understand that some things are beyond your control." she said with affection, "It's not every situation you can save, and I would never expect that from you." Aekeira looked at her, her

much, and you are the strongest person

A faint, genuine

lips, breaking through the sadness, and the visible tension on her

you too," Aekeira whispered, wiping at her cheeks. "But

How about we

we're each the strongest person the other has

softly, nodding

tentatively rested her head on Emeriel's belly. "Is this

drifted into Aekeira's hair, stroking

this woman had been the

tribulation, Aekeira had been

her sister. And even now, as Emeriel lay

there was someone

Someone just as important.

though she had tried not to ask. And Aekeira, perhaps

on,

lips, gathering the courage

soft, even breathing met