That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 117

Chapter 117:

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“Your sister was quite eager to undress for me last time. Tonight, I want you to do the same.” Lord Zaiper reclined back on his throne. “Strip and present for me.”

Yes, he was definitely doomed.

Emeriel swallowed tightly and glanced around. Some gazed at him with interest. His eyes briefly met Aekeira’s, and his sister’s face had turned pale.

Various scenarios of how this could unfold played out in his mind, and none of them boded well for him. They all ended badly for him.

Heavens, help me. Please, I need your help. Now would be a good moment to send a thunderbolt or something. Emeriel silently pleaded within himself.

“Did you not hear the grand lord!? Are you hard of hearing!?” Mistress Sinai hissed.

She sprang from her seat, approached Emeriel closely, and delivered a resounding slap to his cheek.

The crack reverberated through him, causing his head to whip to the side, blinding him with pain.

“Perhaps that will reset your hearing,” the mistress snapped before returning to her seat, an air of satisfaction surrounding her.

Grand Lord Zaiper refocused his attention on Emeriel. “I repeat, remove your clothes and present for me. Right. Now.”

Tears blurred Emeriel’s vision as distress and panic washed over him in waves.

Then, a profound need, unlike anything he had ever experienced, surged within him. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. As if a compelling force was urging him to do something. To speak.

Emeriel didn’t resist, surrendering to it.

The words tumbled out in a low whisper. “My Beloved, I need your help. My Beloved, please help me.”

𝐿𝑎t𝑒st ch𝑎pt𝑒rs in g𝓪lnoνels.𝓬𝓞𝓶

Wait, what was he even saying? Where did those words come from?

And who the hell was His Beloved?

“Did you not hear me!?” Lord Zaiper roared, his anger clear as the veins on his forehead bulged. He rose from his throne, his eyes ablaze. “I said, strip—”

A deafening roar pierced the air. So loud and deep it echoed throughout the entire fortress. Emeriel would have sworn the very walls trembled.

The sound of metal locks breaking filled the air, followed by a resounding crash as a door splintered open.

Most people froze, as all activity came to a stop. The remaining grand lords rose from their thrones, and every gaze turned toward the grand entrance.

“What is that?” someone in the crowd exclaimed.

“What’s happening?” another voice questioned.

“It sounded distant yet close!”

“Something has broken free!”

“Oh, Urai, what’s going on!? We must flee!” The grand lords exchanged glances.

Lord Ottai approached Grand Lord Vladya. “Most of our people are here tonight. It would be a massacre!” Desperation etched his face. “What should we do?”

“I don’t know,” Grand Lord Vladya replied. “But we must not run or attempt to escape.”

Grand Lord Vladya stepped forward, addressing everyone. “King Daemonikai’s beast has broken free from the forbidden chambers. We—”

Gasps filled the air, the scent of fear becoming so overpowering it was almost tangible.

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