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

Chapter 787:

Emeriel didn’t know what made her feel worse—how easily Amie had brushed aside what had just happened, or the realization that this wasn’t the worst she’d endured

In the end, Emeriel relented with a defeated sigh.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

The shopping took longer than expected, and the sky had already begun to warm with the golden tones of evening by the time they returned. It wouldn’t be long before Lord Herod arrived—if he wasn’t already within the fortress walls.

“Has the former Lord of Agriculture arrived?” she asked one of the stationed guards.

“Yes, Princess. He passed through not long ago, on his way to the Court of Duty.”

Emeriel quickened her steps, Amie right behind her, hoping she might catch him before he entered the grand chamber. She hurried through the west corridor toward the great hall. As they rounded the final bend, she caught sight of him, cloaked in formal attire, walking toward the court doors.

“Lord Herod!” she called.

turned at the sound of her voice and smiled, lifting a hand

“My young friend!”

took a step

strange colors were back. Only this time… they floated

breath sounded behind her.

rigid, her eyes wide, locked

same impossible swirl of unnamable shades sparkled around her too—five distinct colors, twisting and merging in the air. The exact

them, then back again. Something heavy and charged was going on here. Lord Herod was staring at Amie, curious and transfixed. And Amie,

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Emeriel’s voice was quiet.

“Amie… are you alright?”

catching herself, her

“Y-yes, Princess.”

the distance, finally tearing his eyes away from Amie to look at Emeriel. His warm smile

my dear friend. How are you doing