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

Chapter 363

PRINCESS EMERIEL

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Emeriel wouldn’t go so far as to say she was avoiding her beloved. But if one were to put it that way… well, there was little she could do to deny it.

She was beyond mortified. Embarrassed didn’t begin to cover it. Chagrined… that, and so much more.

The things she had said. The things she had done in the early morning hours.

As soon as she’d woken that afternoon, the memories had been merciless, striking her and bludgeoning her. She had wanted nothing more than for the ground to open and swallow her whole.

But, of course, the ground had done no such thing, because her luck was dreadful.

So she had done the next best thing. She had quickly freshened up and all but fled to the plantations, spending the remainder of the day there. She kept herself busy inspecting crops, checking for pests, issuing instructions to the workers. But her mind…

Her mind was on her highly unladylike behavior. On the whorish things she had said. Words that belonged in the shadowed corners of a brothel, not from a princess’s lips.

When it came time to rest, she sat beneath the shaded expanse of an old tree, one hand resting over her belly as she watched the workers in the distance.

“My princess,” one of the young girls approached, offering a respectful bow. “Will you be meeting the court scribe today?”

She was supposed to. She helped her grand king with paperwork, easing his burdens in whatever small way she could, but today… Emeriel shook her head and the girl left. Not today.

She would not be collecting parchments. Not if it risked running into him.

“Sometimes in the dark of night when he is away, I part my thighs, and I touch myself. I pretend it’s him.”

She winced, squeezing her eyes shut. Oh, by the stars…

But in the midst of her mortification came a memory that warmed her heart despite everything. The way he held her, spoke to her, looked at her.

a bonding ritual. I would rather have you as my through the rites and vows, than not to have you at

bondmate, go

filled with something tender, and she blinked hard against the tears stinging her eyes. She still couldn’t

had felt like a cage, a trap neither of them could escape. Now, the bond was gone, yet they were

laughing. They must be having

we suffered enough?” Emeriel whispered, staring out

take pity on

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her eyes fall closed. Just for a

had wandered into sleep under

workers.

the fortress, exhausted, her back aching. Ugh.

at the small of her back and looked down at her belly.

deeper breath, she pushed open the doors of her bedchamber, and came

drawn and stood steaming in one corner, fragrance in the

of the women stepped forward with a polite smile. “His Majesty has ordered us to see to you, prepare you, and bring

did a somersault.

What could be the reason?

up

guided into the scented bathwater, where they bathed her with efficiency. Emerging from the water, she was dried with soft

for you, my lady,” one of

cheeks hotter. She lowered herself into the chair they indicated, and they worked, weaving her hair, fixing

we going?” she asked as they finally led her out of the

one of the

Citadel–one Emeriel had never been to before. This wing was reserved for the royal rulers alone. The stonework here was older, the architecture