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

Chapter 439:

EMERIEL

The frostfever struck at midnight.

Exhaustion had finally claimed Emeriel, and she had dozed off into a restless sleep in the armchair when a jolt snapped her awake. Suddenly on high alert, she followed her instinct, rising and moving toward the bed.

King Daemonikai’s color had changed to an even more deathly pale. As white as freshly fallen snow.

“My king?” She rushed to his side, grasping his arm. Only to recoil the instant her skin made contact with his. Unnaturally cold.

“It’s the frostfever!” Emeriel screamed.

The door banged open as the guards stormed in, alarmed.

“Princess, what’s happening?”

“Get Lord Ottai! Fetch Madam Livia!” she shouted. “Now!”

Hands hovering over him, Emeriel was unsure where to touch. As she tried to find some part of him that was warm, the cold seeped into her fingertips, numbing her.

Everywhere was icy. Colder than she had imagined possible.

his icy hands in hers, ignoring the biting cold. Touching him everywhere she could reach—his forehead, his shoulders, his arms. “Please stay with me, your

out of the room, only to return with armfuls of blankets.

enough. He needed more. He

barged in, two buckets in hand, steam rising from them in furious spirals. “Get

the blankets away, and Lord Ottai wasted no time tipping the first

hit his frozen

The water cooled within seconds. Light-gods…

you to

his breath, Lord Ottai grabbed the second bucket and poured

cold before it could even

to offload bucket after bucket over the grand

they’d used, her heart sinking deeper each time the water failed to warm

crowd kneeling in prayer. Urekai… and humans. Her breath caught. There were no soldiers pushing the humans back. No conflict, no hostility. Just peaceful coexistence. Prayers whispered into the night for the grand king’s

puffs of air shuddered out

temperature had begun to shift. A touch of color had

enough for now,” Lord Ottai said,

temperature is still

to help him cross the Cold Sea, not drown him.” The grand lord glanced around.

the bed, and began to carefully wash the grand king’s body with the steaming water. The chill remained, but at least the water no longer

didn’t last