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.

ignoring the biting cold. Touching him everywhere she could reach—his forehead, his shoulders, his arms. “Please stay with me, your Grace. You can do this. I

and dashed out of the room, only to return with armfuls of blankets. She piled them on top of

enough. He needed more. He needed

hand, steam rising from them

Lord Ottai wasted no time tipping the

boiling water hissed as it hit his frozen skin,

cooled within seconds. Light-gods… This is not real.

you

Ottai grabbed the second bucket and poured it over him

The water turned cold before it could even begin to

Lord Ottai continued to offload bucket after bucket over the grand

heart sinking deeper each time the water

The grounds were filled with a 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 safe crossing and return.

of

temperature had begun to shift. A touch of color had returned to

enough for now,” Lord Ottai

is still low,”

cross the Cold Sea, not drown him.” The grand

wash the grand king’s body with the steaming water. The chill remained,

didn’t