That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 263

Chapter 263:

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“You cannot go without sleep forever, Your Grace. Even beings as resilient as your kind have limits.”

He simply stood there, a towering figure silhouetted against the moonlit sky. With one last, lingering look, he disappeared into the night.

“Emeriel?” Lord Herod’s voice called out, moments later emerging from the shadows. “There you are. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”

“Not at all,” Emeriel managed a sad smile, shaking her head. As she walked off with Lord Herod, she looked back for another glimpse of her king. But he was long gone.

Three days later,

The sisters moved through their daily routine with practiced ease. Aekeira tended to the livestock on the ranches while Emeriel nurtured the gardens. Their duties often intertwined, allowing them to work side by side.

After a refreshing dip in the nearby stream, they retreated to Emeriel’s chambers, the air thick with the scent of lavender and chamomile.

“I am off to Lord Herod’s,” Emeriel said, standing patiently as Aekeira secured her chest binds. “I promised to assist with his ledgers.”

“Very well,” Aekeira tightened the knots. “Just remember to return early. Madam Livia wishes to inspect all the slaves tonight.”

“Ow!” Emeriel winced as a knot pulled too tight.

“Sorry,” Aekeira murmured, adjusting the bind. “Is it better now?”

Emeriel nodded, a hint of discomfort still etched on her face. Even with the adjustment, her breasts still ached. Remembering what the grand king had done to them, her cheeks flushed.

Clearing her throat, she asked, “Have you seen Hansel since that night?”

“Yes, thankfully. It turns out he ran for help after those… those men took me. But by the time he returned…” She shook her head.

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“I still find it difficult to believe Lord Vladya saved you,” Emeriel said, her voice hushed with awe. “He killed all those men to protect you.”

Aekeira scoffed. “I doubt it was solely for my sake. His beast is nearly out of control. He likely sought the thrill of the kill.”

“Oh, please. He spared your life, did he not? Lord Vladya may be intense, but I believe he possesses a tenderness for you, though he would never admit it.”

“You speak nonsense, dear sister,” Aekeira retorted, her disbelief evident. She finished securing the bind and took a step back, critically surveying her work. “There. All done.”

Emeriel beamed with gratitude and embraced her. But, as Aekeira returned the gesture, an inexplicable wave of revulsion washed over her, causing her to instinctively recoil.

Her sister’s touch felt… wrong. Unsettling. What was once comforting now stirred an unfamiliar unease within her.

“Em?” Aekeira’s voice was a gentle murmur against her shoulder. “You just stiffened. Are you well?”

Emeriel nodded, quickly pulling away from the hug. “Just a little sore from all the work.”

The discomfort lingered as she made her way to Lord Herod’s estate. Upon her arrival, the guards, who typically offered polite nods, now openly stared at her. Their gazes lingered a moment too long. One soldier even inhaled sharply as she passed, his nostrils flaring.

Entering the study, Emeriel found Lord Herod hunched over the familiar massive worktable, filled with parchment scrolls, leather-bound books, and a steaming goblet of tea.

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