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

Chapter 411:

This was a far cry from the meek, little male slave who had always tried to blend into the background. This Emeriel commanded attention. Her presence radiated an aura of power and authority. Confidence. She walked with her shoulders high, her head held even higher, as if she owned the very fortress itself. Behind her, Wegai stood in his brooding, protective glory, along with two other soldiers.

Sinai. Hated. Her. So. Much.

Emeriel’s steps faltered when she saw Sinai, and that, at least, brought satisfaction to the mistress. Yes, little bunny, be afraid. You have every reason to be.

But Emeriel showed no fear.

Her face remained indifferent as she resumed her pace, heading straight toward Sinai.

“Look what the cat dragged back in,” Sinai sneered. “It’s the filthy slave. The lying, deceitful slave. How dare you show your face here again? It’s a wonder no one has put two claws through your eyes by now.”

Emeriel stopped beside her. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, meeting Sinai’s gaze with a cold, condescending look.

eyes flicked over Sinai from head to toe, dismissing her as though she were nothing more than a bothersome fly not even

No acknowledgment.

Nothing.

merely eyed her

What the hell?

mistress scoffed, stunned. Did Emeriel just… dismiss

She had.

had looked at her, looked through her, and

enraged Sinai to the

lunged, grabbed a fistful of Emeriel’s hair, and yanked. Fulfillment flooded her when she heard the other woman

she could savor the moment, Wegai stepped in, gripping

shrieked in rage

to

her hair, composed.