That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 139

Chapter 139:

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It felt like a sick joke played by the heavens.

Emeriel had always sensed the gods were not on his side, given the hardships he and Aekeira had endured growing up and being sold into this place. But to subject him to this kind of cruelty was unimaginable.

And to his dismay, he was beginning to… care for the beast.

“Hear what I said?” Madam Livia’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“I said we’re done here, and you’re ready to meet with the third ruler. What were you thinking about?” Madam Livia pressed.

“Nothing,” he answered, but when they gazed at him skeptically, he added, “Just how good it feels to be back. After being, you know… in the dark for days.”

Madam Livia and Amie nodded in understanding before walking away to pack up the bathing equipment. Aekeira moved closer, her gaze more scrutinizing.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Emeriel wanted nothing more than to confide in his sister, but he knew it would only distress her. Aekeira was too fearful of that possibility, and truth be told, so was he.

He gave her a soft smile. “I’m fine.”

“You look beautiful, Em. Even in male attire,” Aekeira returned his smile.

“I’m just so glad that evil mistress didn’t succeed with her wicked plans. Although I never want to be in her position, I loved the punishment Grand Lord Vladya gave her. I feel guilty about loving it,” Emeriel added sheepishly.

“I do too. But she deserved it,” Aekeira giggled. “Grand Lord Vladya can be so cruel. Remember the look on her face?”

Emeriel chuckled. “She looked like a dragon ready to breathe fire.”

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“An ugly dragon, for that matter,” Aekeira added.

They burst out laughing.

“Just like children, you two.” Madam Livia shook her head. “Alright, Emeriel, come on, let us go. You do not want to keep the grand lord waiting. Aekeira, go back to your duties before your slave master notices your absence and punishes you.”

Aekeira nodded as Madam Livia led Emeriel away.

Although he had assured Aekeira not to worry, all his courage and optimism evaporated as he entered the western wing. Livia bid him farewell, taking Amie with her, leaving him to continue on his own.

One of the guards at the intersection had directed him away from the side door he was planning to enter, leading him toward the grand entrance of Lord Vladya’s abode.

By the time Emeriel stood on the stoop, his heart was pounding in his chest. He knocked once and raised his voice. “Your Highness, it is I, Emeriel.”

A Urekai maid came out and escorted him inside. Emeriel followed without question.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the soaring ceiling, supported by ornate stone columns, giving the space an airy yet imposing ambiance. The floor was a seamless expanse of polished marble, veined with gold. In the center, a large Persian rug in rich colors caught his attention.

An enormous fireplace dominated one wall, its mantel carved from a single block of marble, with a fire crackling within. Nearby, floor-to-ceiling windows draped in heavy brocade curtains offered a view of the royal gardens. It was the grandest and most magnificent living room Emeriel had ever seen in a royal residence.

“Come.” The maid led him through twists and turns of passageways until they stopped at a closed door. “Go inside. He is expecting you.”

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