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

Chapter 739:

Aekeira arched an eyebrow.

“Stirs the senses?”

The merchant’s smile deepened.

“A touch of heat beneath the relaxation. If your men are warriors, then their bodies know strain. But a gentle burn… that can make them feel alive again.” The three women exchanged glances.

“We’ll take it,” Lady Morina said, setting a handful of silver coins onto the wooden counter.

That night, after Emeriel bathed, she dressed in a simple, loose nightdress. The soft fabric hung over her swollen belly, its drape flattering, making her bump appear smaller.

She gathered the basket she had prepared—vials of oil, a small clay jar, linen cloths, and a shallow bowl. Leaving her bedchamber, she made her way quietly through the hall toward his. But the soldier standing guard outside told her he’d gone to the study after his evening bath, so she went in search of him there.

The study was dark when she entered, but she knew her way around well enough. Crossing quietly to the nearest table, she reached for the candlestick.

“Leave it off,” came a deep voice—low, rough.

over the candle. Then she set it back down. Following his voice, she moved carefully toward the desk. As her

sat behind the desk, his elbows propped on the surface,

in her hand making no sound as

needed for days, but I’m worried about you. I can barely sleep.” She

for everything you’re going

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so I could share even a little of your pain. But I cannot, and it kills me.” She tried to keep the wobble from her

me help you in whatever small way I

“Emeriel…” he groaned.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Let me help you.”

chair. Emeriel reached for his hand, drawing him to his feet.

shoulders, then his loose undershirt before he sat again,

them with her hands. Moving behind him, she

before, and truly, she had no idea if she was doing it well, but

to one side as her thumbs worked