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

Chapter 763:

Two years ago, their bond had felt like a cage, a trap neither of them could escape. Now, the bond was gone, yet they were desperate to reclaim it, willing to undergo ancient rites to forge a non-natural bond just for a chance to belong to one another.

The irony. Oh, the gods must be laughing. They must be having such fun with us.

“Haven’t we suffered enough?” Emeriel whispered, staring out across the endless rows of crops. “Could you not take pity on us?”

With a tired sigh, she let her eyes fall closed. Just for a moment. But the moment stretched, and soon she had wandered into sleep under the quiet rustle of leaves and the distant hum of workers.

It was late evening by the time she returned to the fortress, exhausted, her back aching. Ugh. She could use sleep again. But when wasn’t she sleepy these days?

She rubbed at the small of her back and looked down at her belly. “See the things you put me through.” Drawing a deeper breath, she pushed open the doors of her bedchamber and came to a halt.

formation, bowing low. A tub had been drawn and stood steaming in one corner, fragrance in the air. Fresh garments were neatly arranged across her bed, pins and

stepped forward with a polite smile. “His Majesty has ordered us to see to you, prepare

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to undress her and prepare her. She was guided into

dressed in a gown of the finest blue silk, it was light as air against her skin, new and smelling faintly of

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chair they indicated, and they worked,

led her out

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