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.

everything prepared, Emeriel made her way to the king’s bedchamber. The guards stationed outside nodded respectfully as she approached, stepping aside to allow her entry. Twisting the handle, she slipped

of the massive bed, his broad

at her entrance spoke volumes about his

who was depended upon by so many, yet bore his pain in silence—this male

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I want so many

pull him close and rest his head against her chest. To stroke his hair, easing the tension that clung to him even in sleep. To be there when he woke from one of those nightmares. To hush his racing heart, offering

between them now. A

since that terrible night. Daemonikai had

ready for that, but she starved for everything else. His

the way he would look

many cravings.

deeply

“My King…”