That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 211

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“Never,” Emeriel stated vehemently. “Aekeira avoids Lord Zaiper like the plague. She goes to great lengths to ensure their paths never cross. The day he forced her to undress and… touched her in her chambers, she was nauseated. Lust? Aekeira feels no sexual attraction towards anyone. Certainly NOT for Lord Zaiper.”

Lord Vladya turned away. He appeared as though he had swallowed a particularly bitter pill.

Emeriel sighed. “Back in Navia, King Orestus treated Aekeira badly. He used her as a pawn, wagering her in bets and duels. He would even offer her to the victor as a prize.” The familiar anger simmered within her, but with effort, she tamped it down.

“All my sister has ever known from men is pain and humiliation, Your Highness. She would never attempt to seduce or entice a male unless it was to protect me. That is the only reason she acted as she did in court.”

Lord Vladya strode to the window and stared out into the night, a flicker of… something passing across his features. Sadness? Guilt? Emeriel wasn’t sure.

“Please, spare Aekeira. Her only crime was being born my sister. And loving me fiercely. Please, Lord Vladya, I beg you.”

“Your sister is exempt from punishment.”

A wave of relief washed over Emeriel. “Thank you, Your Highness,” she murmured, her voice thick with gratitude.

“Deception is not something I forgive.”

She knelt straighter, head bowed. “I accept whatever punishment you deem fit.”

With a sigh that seemed to stir the heavy drapes of his study, Lord Vladya sank back into his plush armchair. “You did me a favor. Now, I will give your life back to you.”

“Huh?” Emeriel’s head shot up. Confusion clouded her features as she glanced at him. She couldn’t comprehend his words.

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“For all your deception, Daemonikai is here today because of you. You saved his life. I saw you both that day when you bloodfed him, and it got me thinking. It was either the constant mounting of you—his Soulbond, or the drinking of your blood. Or perhaps both. But I know you are a major factor in his awakening.”

Lord Vladya turned to face her fully, his mask of inscrutability back in place. “You gave him back to me. And in return, I will not take your life for what you did.”

Emeriel stared at him, her mind reeling. Her jaw slack in disbelief.

“I-I don’t know what to say. Th-Thank you, Your Highness,” she finally managed to stammer out.

“Do not thank me.” He picked up a jeweled goblet from the desk, staring at it distractedly. “Let’s be clear. This is a temporary reprieve. I will not intervene on your behalf, nor will I appeal to the court. I will only pretend tonight never happened. As long as the court, as long as no one else discovers your secret, I will turn a blind eye.” He dropped the goblet back with a clink, looking up at her. “But the moment your deception is revealed, all bets are off.”

She lowered her eyes to the floor.

“As for you being Daemonikai’s Soulbond…” He tapped a silver letter opener rhythmically against the desk, his gaze fixed on her. “My first thought is to move you to one of our territories in the mountainside. As far from Daemonikai as possible. He does not need this right now. He has lost his entire family—his bondmate and offspring. After centuries of madness, he is forced to confront that loss. To truly feel it. He does NOT need this right now.”

Emeriel swallowed the lump in her throat, refusing to let Lord Vladya’s words wound her. She had never harbored any illusions of acceptance once the truth was out. But the mere thought of being so distant from Daemonikai sent a wave of nausea through her.

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