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

Chapter 640:

Emeriel woke in the early hours of dawn. Today was The Celestial Offering, one of the most sacred ceremonies of the Urekai. And she wanted to help him prepare for it.

After the feral incident, Daemonikai had insisted she remain in her chambers instead of moving into his quarters. He did not trust himself not to hurt her again.

And although Emeriel had fought to stay by his side, even she knew this was a battle she could not win, so she had reluctantly agreed.

But now, she barely saw him.

His duties kept him constantly busy, pulling him away from dawn until long past midnight. Each evening, she waited in her bedchamber, hoping to hear the announcement of his return. But exhaustion always claimed her before the hour grew too late, and she would wake to find another day had begun without him.

This morning, however, Emeriel was prepared.

Rising quietly, she slipped into a simple gown before making her way to the slave quarters. There, she roused Amie and two other human attendants who had volunteered to assist her, taking them to her bedchambers.

While they drew a bath, Emeriel went through the rows of ceremonial attire she had a royal servant bring to her chambers the previous day. Selecting one of the grandest robes, threaded with gold and silver, she laid it out carefully, hoping she had chosen correctly. She paired it with matching footwear, a belt, and an ornamental hairpin.

nodded respectfully as she approached, stepping aside to allow her

the center of the massive bed, his broad chest rising and falling in

about his exhaustion. Pausing, she took a moment to look

his shoulders, who was depended upon

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up. I want so many

into that bed, slipping beneath the covers to pull him close and rest his head against her chest. To stroke his hair, easing the tension

was an invisible rift between them now. A distance neither of them knew how to

not shared intimacy since that terrible night. Daemonikai had made sure of it—and that

starved for everything else. His touch. His warmth. His

would look at her as though she were the only light in

So many cravings.

lone tear trailing down her cheek, Emeriel breathed deeply as she

“My King…”