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

Chapter 351

Chapter 351

PRINCESS EMERIEL

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“This one.” Emeriel lifted a small vial to her nose, the golden oil inside glowing in the sunlight. “Sandalwood and amber- perfect for easing tension.”

“Too heavy,” Lady Morina said, selecting another vial infused with sage. “You need something that soothes but does not cling so thickly to the skin.”

“What about this?” Ackeira reached for a slender vial marked Night’s Calm

“Lavender,” Lady Morina noted with a faint smile. “I like it.”

Emeriel was grateful the lady had agreed to make this journey with them. She remembered the puffy redness around Morina’s eyes when they had sought her out that morning. Eyes that had wept for hours. Perhaps longer.

Emeriel could not imagine the depth of that grief, knowing the male who had killed her only son had not been a human invader but Grand Lord Zaiper. How could any Urekai comprehend such a betrayal?

It had been three days since the court had heard the Oracle’s reveals.

Three days of gloom and mourning.

The markets were shuttered. The courts stood empty. Fields, once alive with labor and song, lay untended.

All of Urai mourned.

King Daemonikai had not left his bedchamber. He remained behind closed doors, beating himself up for not seeing Zaiper’s treachery sooner.

Emeriel had wanted to comfort him. She had wanted to go to him the moment he disappeared behind those doors. But she had given him the space he needed.

Except one day passed.

Then another.

Then the third.

so much she confided in her sister. But Aekeira was struggling with the same. Lord Vladya had withdrawn into silence, locking himself away

together, thinking of something–anything–they could do, but no answers had come. So, in

told them. “What they need most now is to know you are there. That you are not leaving them to bear this alone–even while you give them

Aekeira suggested they try massage.

that was why they found themselves in the market, picking out oils

rose oil, valerian root, and

a brow.

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relaxation. If your men are warriors, then their bridles know strain. But

women exchanged

a handful of silver coins onto

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mightdress. The soft clothing hung over

she made her way quietly through the

around well enough.

came a deep voice. Low.

the candle. Then she set it back down.

voice, she moved carefully to the desk. As her eyes adjusted to the dim,

the desk, his elbows propped upon its surface, face buried

in her hand making no sound as she placed it on the desk. “I have given you the space you needed for days, but I’m worried about

and darkness.

could share even a little of your pain. But I cannot and it kills me.” She tried to keep the wobble from her voice. “Please, let me help you in whatever small way I

“Emeriel….” he groaned.