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

Chapter 436:

Everything she needed, from food to fresh linens, was brought directly to the royal residence.

There was no world beyond the king’s chambers; her life revolved only around the still figure in the bed.

Madam Livia visited occasionally to assist Emeriel in preparing the herbal remedies. Each visit, she patiently guided Emeriel, teaching her how to concoct medicinal teas and brew potions to reduce the fever and stave off the symptoms of soul death.

Afterward, Madam Livia blended fragrant oils while Emeriel ground roots into fine powders, using their rich, earthy aroma to rise as incense.

Male Urekai servants handled the king’s bathing and changing of clothes, and the maids came to replace the bed linens and tidy the chamber. But for the most part, Emeriel was left alone with her unconscious king.

She would often choose books from the grand library, reading aloud to him tales of epic battles won and lost, stories of distant lands and gods. Along her wanderings, Emeriel had encountered rooms, sealed like tombs with heavy locks, that she realized held the memories of his late bondmate and children. Out of respect, she never ventured near them, honoring their space.

his fevered skin and applying drops of medicine into his open,

leather-bound book of religious texts and ancient prayers, she opened it

restoration of health, and healing hands, both to body and soul,” she read, tending to the flickering flames in the stone fireplace with her free hand. “Almighty and powerful

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until Madam Livia entered to administer his night medicines that she stirred, gently closing the prayer book and rising to

prepared to depart, pausing at the threshold. “I know it couldn’t have been easy, considering

don’t need to

leave the past behind, Aekeira had been right. She needed to

people are so devoted to him,” Madam Livia confessed, her hands resting on the doorframe. “They all hated us humans, but he was the only

worse than dirt, killing us like vermin.” A pause. “But King Daemonikai? He sees a child fall, and he helps her up. Did you notice

Emeriel stared, speechless.