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

Chapter 499:

Outside her door, voices filtered through.

“She was half-dead, severely dehydrated,” Prince Daviel snapped. “If our men hadn’t found her when they did, she would be gone by now.”

“And I ask again, for the thousandth time, what is going on here, Aekeira?” King Orestus’s voice boomed, laced with irritation. “Why on earth would your sister even attempt to journey back to that savage kingdom that enslaved her?”

Only Aekeira’s muffled sobs answered him.

“Motherfucker!” the king cursed. “When will either of you speak to me!? What the hell is wrong with both of you? It’s as if those beasts sent two strangers back to me! You’re both either crying, locked away in your rooms, moping, not eating, or crying even more.”

Emeriel groaned, her head pounding too hard to handle.

“Go away. Just leave me alone!” She wanted to scream, but she was too exhausted to muster the strength to shout. Her stomach… it felt like it was on fire.

drifted

ripped through

one followed, sharper and more excruciating. Emeriel doubled over,

clutched her belly as she

her drawers, there was… blood. So much

soaked the fabric, trailing down her

She stared, horrified. Bewildered.

she wondered what was happening. She hadn’t had her menstrual cycle in over a year! Gripping her

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Could it be…?

cannot be,” she choked, shaking as if her body was trying to escape her own horror. “I can’t be… I can’t

careless brushstroke, staining everywhere it

it t-takes time! I can’t… I can’t!” she sobbed. “I can’t be losing my ch-child.” Her

in the lavatory, Emeriel’s heart shattered all

trail of blood down her thighs, and every stab of searing pain in her belly, Emeriel knew—with a growing, soul-shattering certainty—that a soul was leaving her body. Her child was leaving.