That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 113

Chapter 113:

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“She’s human,” he replied at last, tension returning to his large frame. “I hate that I want her.”

Now, she was even more intrigued by this human princess. “What exactly do you want from her?”

Vladya buried his face in Merilyn’s neck and inhaled deeply. “Too much. Dark, dark things. I had her once, but it wasn’t nearly enough,” he spoke against her skin.

“Then why restrain yourself? You’re Grand Lord Vladya. You don’t hold back when you want something.”

Sorry, Princess Aekeira, but I have to give him a purpose to fight.

“If you want her so much, perhaps she means something to you. Maybe she’s special.”

“She means nothing,” he stated firmly. “I don’t want her to mean anything.”

Oh, Vladya. If only fate worked the way we wanted it to. It would have approved of our bond when we were so deeply in love.

“All I’m saying is, there’s no need to hold back when you want her so much.”

And if she truly is the one for him, then Merilyn pities her greatly. For she must tread a path of profound darkness to reach the damaged male within, mourning all that he has lost. And he has lost a lot.

EMERIEL

The air was filled with anticipation as the celebration of the bountiful harvest commenced. The hall, adorned with lavish decorations, overflowed with lords and the privileged class, indulging in an abundance of food and drink.

Outside, the common folk gathered in the arenas, reveling in the festivities. The fortress teemed with a joyful crowd, both within the grand high court and throughout the compound.

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Emeriel found himself serving drinks in the High Court alongside the other slaves who had not been introduced. Laughter and cheers filled the air as the joyous lords celebrated, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the grand lords.

Lord Gaff, the overseer of Ceremonial Affairs, addressed the gathering as they clinked their glasses. Some lords were already indulging in sexual acts with their slaves, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“This year’s harvest may not have matched the abundance of the previous year, but it still provided us with more than enough. Let us drink to the prosperity of our realm while we await the arrival of our grand lords,” Lord Gaff announced, and the crowd erupted in cheers, raising their glasses in unison.

Emeriel tried to conceal his anxiety, which had been building since the gathering of the crowd and the commencement of the ceremony. He longed for it all to be over already.

His eyes sought out Lord Herod, who was smiling and enjoying a drink while engaged in conversation with another lord. Herod’s slave sat dutifully at his feet.

“Slave, bring more wine!” a lord barked at Emeriel, interrupting his thoughts. He quickly obeyed the command, rushing off to fulfill the order.

“If you avoid drawing too much attention to yourself, you should be fine. Blend in with the crowd. Mingle with the other slaves.”

The pep talk wasn’t helping much, but it aided in maintaining focus. He caught sight of Aekeira in her green garment, serving food at the far end of the court to the privileged families who had been invited to partake in the harvest celebration.

The slaves who had been introduced were stationed in a different corner, clad in green attire, while Emeriel and the others like him wore red garments.

At least Aekeira would not be subjected to harm in the court today.

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