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

Captive Slave 294

Chapter 294

PRINCESS EMERIEL

Emeriel stood before the tall mirror, staring at her reflection as Amie fastened the buttons down the back of her gown.

The fabric felt soft against her skin, designed in a simple yet elegant style that prioritized comfort over extravauxe

Behind her, the faint clinking of glass jars echoed as Madam Livia brewed her final portion of the morning

It's been four days since she fully woke up. Most of Emeriel's bruises had faded. Her face looked less pale, and the dark shadows under her eyes were fading too. Though her left arm still ached from time to time, the swelling had gone down, and she could now use it without much trouble. She flexed her fingers absently, with caution. "You look so beautiful, my princess," Amie let out a wistful sigh, stepping back to admire her work.

"Thank you, Amie." Beautiful wasn't the word she'd use, but at least she looked better than she had in recent weeks. That was enough for now.

"Here," Madam Livia came to her with a steaming wooden cup. "Drink this while it's still hot, Princess"

Emeriel took the cup, its bitter scent wafting up as she brought it to her lips. She drank it quickly, grimacing as the sharp taste hit her tongue and burned down her throat.

"Sorry about the taste," the older woman said with a grimace of her own. "But it's for your own good. You have made remarkable progress, and I'm glad to see you doing better."

Emeriel managed a small smile. "Thanks, Madam Livia."

"It's just Livia now," the headmaid reminded her for what felt like the hundredth time.

"That will take some getting used to, so until I do, you're still Madam Livia."

The older woman sighed, shaking her head with faint exasperation.

"Amie, you may leave us now," Livia instructed, and the young girl bowed before slipping out of the chamber, the door closing softly behind her.

Emeriel adjusted the hem of her gown, smoothing it over her hips.

Through the mirror, she noticed Livia shifting uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting with the apron she wore.

"Is anything the matter?" Emeriel met her gaze through the mirror.

Livia wavered. "It's just... I know what he did was brutal and unforgivable. But I hope you will keep an open heart. He is not that kind of male. Lord Zaiper is more likely to-"

"Madam Livia-"

"

in a rush, "I know he hasn't come to see you

severed or not, I'm not letting him go." Relief spread across the headmaid's face, and her

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"He can try."

regarded her for a long moment. At last, she

Livia inclined her head before leaving

Emeriel

sleeve of her

Beloved, I will

that led to the Royal Residence. She moved slower than usual, her body still weak from recovery, but she carried herself with grace, refusing to let her exhaustion

corner,

sharp gaze softened as he quickly straightened, bowing low.

"Is His Majesty inside?"

his lips parting as if to speak, but no words

to know.

the

familiar corridors felt

servants paused in their work to greet her hastily, their eyes lingering on

on

-

the door of his bedchamber, Emeriel raised her hand to knock. Pausing,

the handle.

She half-

to her surprise, the door turned easily under

The chamber was dark.

Stepping inside, Emeriel stopped

threshold,

light. All the` curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the

unventilated space assaulted her nose. Scanning the room, she searched

His once-

a mess. Clothes were strewn carelessly across the furniture, and empty bottles of ale

doesn't drink.

her ale upset his stomach and made his