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

Chapter 306

PRINCESS EMERIEL

One week later.

Emeriel woke in the early hours of dawn. Today was The Celestial Offering

One of the most sacred ceremonies of the Ureka. And she wanted to help him prepare for it

After the feral incident. Daemonikai had insisted she remain in her chambers instead of moving into his quarters. He did not trust himself not to hurt her again.

And although Emeriel had fought to stay by his side, even she knew this was a battle she could not win, so she had reluctantly agreed

But now, she barely saw him.

His duties kept him.constantly busy, pulling him away from dawn until long past midnight. Each evening, she waited in her bedchamber, hoping to hear the announcement of his return. But exhaustion always claimed her before the hour grew too late, and she would wake to find another day had begun without him.

This morning, however, Emeriel was prepared.

Rising quietly, she slipped into a simple gown before making her way to the slave quarters. There, she roused Amie and two other human attendants who had volunteered to assist her, taking them to her bedchambers.

While they drew a bath, Emeriel went through the rows of ceremonial attire she had a royal servant bring to her chambers the previous day. Selecting one of the grandest robes, threaded with gold and silver, she laid it out carefully. Hoping she had chosen correctly as she paired it with matching footwear, a belt, and an ornamental hairpin

With everything prepared, Emeriel made her way to the king's bedchamber. The guards stationed outside nodded respectfully as she approached, stepping aside to allow her entry. Twisting the handle, she slipped inside, the heavy door closing softly behind her.

Daemonikai lay sprawled in sleep at the center of the massive bed, his broad chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

The fact that he did not stir at her entrance spoke volumes about his exhaustion. Pausing, she took a moment to look her full.

world upon his shoulders, who was depended upon by so many, yet

closed up. I want

and rest his head against her chest. To stroke his hair, easing the tension that clung to

nightmares. To hush his racing heart, offering her breasts to him

them now. A distance neither of

intimacy since that terrible night. Daemonikai had made sure of it. And

yet ready for that. But she starved for

touch. His

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the redund the way he would look at her as though she were the only

closer. Leaning in

hoved. Recognition fiskened. The police hur dimmed, retreating

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vter dags. He buried his face

mankind his muffed deep voice vibrated

good to know she wasn't the only cor

for a moment before settling in his hair,

he said in a

softy to his. A

closest to intimacy they had been since

og for only atezain to separate them, his hooded gaze lifted to her face. "Kiss

lead. Tasting him tentatively

her took over and she kissed him with a desperate

herself as the world tiled around

agar dhe ka dard and berading beavily. Her mind,