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.

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

the desk, his elbows propped on the surface, face

in her hand making no sound as

days, but I’m worried about you. I can barely

so sorry for everything

darkness. There was no

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pain. But I cannot, and it kills me.” She tried to keep the wobble from

help you in whatever small way

“Emeriel…” he groaned.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Let me help you.”

reached for his hand,

from his shoulders, then his loose undershirt before he sat again, slow

mixed the oils as Lady Morina had shown her, warming them with her hands. Moving behind him, she placed

done a massage before, and truly, she had no idea if she was doing

rolling to one side as her thumbs worked into the knots at the base