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.

sister. But Aekeira was struggling with the same. Lord Vladya

sisters had spent long hours together, thinking of something–anything–they could do, but no answers had come. So, in desperation, they had

to know you are there. That you are not leaving them to bear this alone–even while you give

suggested they try massage.

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

merchant said as Aekeira handed her the vial. “Blended with rose oil, valerian root, and

a brow. “Stirs the

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“A touch of heat beneath the relaxation. If your men are warriors, then their bridles know strain. But a gentle burn that can

women exchanged glances

take it.” Lady Morina said, setting a handful of silver coins onto

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night, after Emeriel bathed, she dressed in a simple, loose mightdress. The soft clothing hung over her swollen belly, its drape flattering, making

the hall toward his. But the soldier standing guard outside told her he’d gone to the study after his evening bath, so she went in search

entered, but she knew her way around well enough.

came a

the candle. Then she set it back

adjusted to the dim, she could make out

elbows propped upon its surface, face

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 you. I can barely sleep.” She stopped herself from reaching for him. “I’m so sorry

and darkness. Zero movement.

and it kills me.” She tried to keep

“Emeriel….” he groaned.