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

Chapter 322

Perhaps a brother?

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The male smiled wide, shaking his head in astonishment. "I had no idea he knew someone this beautiful." His eyes roved over her with open admiration before reaching for her hand and bringing it to his lips wit "You, my lady, look absolutely mesmerizing," he murmured. "Who is it that graces our door on this blessed morning?"

Her lips curled slightly. "I am Princess Emeriel, and I am looking for Lord Herod."

His grip slackened, dropping her hand so fast as if it had grown spikes. "Our grand king's female?

That princess?"

Emeriel laughed softly. "It is I."

Just then, a familiar laughter rang from within the house. "Emeriel...!"

Her heart soared as she spotted Lord Herod. She barely registered the wide grin on his face before she hurried past the stranger, closing the short distance and throwing herself into his arms.

His laughter was deeply rich as he lifted her effortlessly, twirling her once before setting her down.

Tears burned behind Emeriel's eyes from pure joy, and she bent into a graceful curtsy, despite the dizziness. "My lord, it is a pleasure to be in your presence again."

"You look absolutely stunning!"

"And you do not look so bad yourself," she grinned.

And he truly did not. It was as if the past two years had never touched him.

"Oh, you flatter me, Little One. I—"

"Hold on a moment." His look-

alike stepped between them, scrutinizing her in a manner that made Emeriel wonder if she had sprouted horns.

Then, he turned to Lord Herod, expression flat. “You really are going to get yourself killed, Father.”

Emeriel blinked. "Wait. Father?"

Lord Herod's laughter rumbled once more, warm and amused. "Meet my son, Dale.”

Then, turning to the younger male, he gestured toward her. "Dale, meet Princess Emeriel- my dear friend."

His son's eyes lingered on her for a moment before he straightened and bent into a formal, full- bellied bow. "Your Majesty."

Emeriel shifted, awkward. "You need not bow that much."

Lord Herod smacked the back of Dale's head. "Quit it. You are making my friend uncomfortable."

"No, it is alright," Emeriel assured them with a small smile. “It is just... wow," her head shook in disbelief. "I remember you telling me you had a son, but

I never expected..."

I was thinking. In a species where people never truly age, sons are bound to look more like their father's

Herod roared

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looked less

look identical to the old male," he muttered. "I'm not even a day over

and brooding-looks seven thousand,

was Emeriel's turn to burst

in exasperation. "Firstly, you

I do not look

to add, "He really does

smugly, shooting his son a pointed

and retorted. Only for Herod to fire back, sparking a heated exchange between father and

them, emotions

was glad to know Dale had returned home,

like this so

Herod company. But...

had to be because of

drifted over

had barely changed. Blinking rapidly and trying to fight off the sting of

garb, hiding within its walls, spending time

male had made slavery bearable. Had given her an escape. Had fed her, protected her, and cared for her during her brutal, full heat. Lord Herod had saved her life in

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

is the finest

Only the best

privileged," the market

her fingers along the

"Not too

perfect for winter cloaks."

like this

studying the fabric. "What other materials

disappeared into her shop to fetch

waited, a passing Urekai female caught

she took

do, inclined her head first, offering a

a bow. "May your days

such direct reverence. "T-Thank

what you have done for my people, do you?" the female reached out to take Aekeira's hands in hers, patting them gently.

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this had become her new normal,

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past. Urekai acknowledged her reluctantly at best. Some referred to her only as the Third Ruler's human mistress, while others blatantly ignored her altogether. Now, they looked

like this female.

the female's eyes glistened. "We thought his lineage was doomed to end forever. It is one thing to know there is no heir to the southern throne, but after all those failed bondings, after watching his attempts end badly again and again-it