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

Chapter 348

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His eyes found her, as they always did. And as ever, something in him related art infiene

Princess Emeriel sat among the highbor ladies and mistresses of Urai Beside her was her sider. The car women leaner together, heads touching as they slept with a bowl of nuts rested precarioudly on their laps.

“Look at them.” Daemonikai nudged Vladya with his elbow.

Vladya was already watching them, stopping beside Daemonikai instead of moving around to take his seat,

“It is the best feeling, seeing your female carrying your child. There is nothing like it. Vladys said quietly

“I know.” Daemonikai could sit and watch Emeriel all day, and never tire of it. “It doesn’t help that they look as sweet as spring bloom with their moods swinging from laughter to tears in the blink of an eye.”

Vladya huffed out a laugh. “Ackeira burst into tears yesterday because her broth was too hot. I was helpless what to do. It comes without warning.”

They were aware of the hall watching them–waiting for their rulers to sit before the rest of the gathering took their places. Following the line of their gaze, many in the crowd glanced toward the princesses.

of the two women still seated while the others stood, heads pressed together

forced himself to tear his gaze from Emeriel. He gestured subtly to the crowd before lowering

left side, Ottai already seated to his

mistresses, another chair remained unoccupied; the seat reserved for his

three days later. Vladya told him Sinai brought her fate upon herself, but he still felt bad about his

fortunately, the Mistress was alive,

forward, the solemn cadence of the sacred rites beginning. The priests and

stood over the wide bowl of water set upon the

to the waning, so the waxing may thrive. Let no shadow devour the whole. Let no darkness steal its

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light

the blade accuse her palm, drops of the blood felling into

the curved curs demanding at sheme to disease is a frearts red louder than a whisper of

beyond the hill’s gresa Aces

it was a murmu. A distant scuffle, like the shift of redzes feet for

commands. The sharp rings of

each other with confation. But none broke the sacred silence.

who nodded once and signaled several soldiers. They left

chaos outside

a crash, and standing there, behind the great doors, was the last

He straightened, breaking the