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.

nothing more than a bothersome fly not even worth swatting,

No acknowledgment.

Nothing.

merely eyed her

What the hell?

mistress scoffed, stunned. Did

She had.

at her, looked through her, and decided

it enraged Sinai to the

hair, and yanked. Fulfillment flooded her when she heard the

savor the moment, Wegai

while I’m speaking to you!” Sinai shrieked in rage as Wegai carefully disentangled Emeriel’s hair

to dismiss

smoothed her hair, composed. Her