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

Chapter 660:

“I have a sleeping potion in the drawer,” Lord Vladya called from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, brows furrowed with concern.

“It doesn’t work on me, but Faiwick swears by its strength.”

Merilyn was already moving, retrieving the small glass vial from the drawer. Uncorking it, she shifted to the head of the bed and gently lifted the princess’s head onto her lap.

Carefully tilting the vial, she poured a small measure between Emeriel’s parted lips, watching as the liquid trickled down.

“She’s in heat,” Merilyn murmured, observing for any reaction.

“The sleep won’t last long.”

Across the chamber, King Daemonikai resumed pacing, his agitation palpable. Merilyn had never seen him so powerless.

The potion worked swiftly. Within moments, Emeriel’s lashes fluttered, her head lolled to the side, and her breathing softened as sleep claimed her.

A pained cry echoed from the adjacent chamber.

Lord Vladya stiffened, immediately alert before vanishing through the doorway—leaving only Merilyn, the Grand King, and the sleeping princess behind.

fierce gaze settling

me what is wrong,

Your Grace,” Merilyn hesitated, “but first, if you don’t mind, I would ask

a moment Merilyn feared he might snap. She quickly added, “For Emeriel. Try to stay calm…

nostrils flared, but the words found their mark. Running a hand over his face, he forced steady breaths, his chest rising and

there’s the heat

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already gathered that much,” he snapped, cursing

should never have given them to her in the first place,

body is waiting for her Beloved to soothe her heat, yet…

paled as

“Our severed bond?”

Merilyn nodded sympathetically.

she’s a Soulbond. One who’s already been claimed through heat-sex by her destined mate. Now her body expects that same connection, yet

be a problem. You’d simply need to mount her again, and her body would recognize you. But because of the suppressants, her system is in survival mode, rejecting anything it perceives as an intruder.

to ask

if warding off a headache. Merilyn could only imagine the toll

“Ask,” he growled.