That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 267

Chapter 267:

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Herod watched helplessly, unsure of what to do. She then attacked her chest bindings, but the material proved resistant.

A cry of distress escaped her lips. “I need them gone!”

Herod rushed to her aid, unable to bear her anguish any longer. Together, they tore at the bindings, ripping the fabric.

Emeriel tore at the shreds of her clothing until she was finally free. She shed the last vestiges of her garments, standing before him, completely naked.

Herod nearly swallowed his tongue.

Emeriel had always been exquisite, but stripped bare, she was a vision of rare, untamed beauty. Her porcelain skin was drenched in sweat, her cheeks flushed with feverish heat. Her eyes, normally sharp and intelligent, were now clouded with arousal. The soft curve of her breasts was alluring, and the delicate blush of her taut nipples spoke of her desire. Her hips, soft and inviting, were accentuated by the sun’s warm rays peeking through the curtains.

She was breathtaking.

Emeriel had the kind of beauty that made her stand out in a crowd. She had been the first to catch his eye while surveying the slaves that fateful day, but he had tried to ignore her, dismissing her as just another male. Yet, something about her had seemed different, just as it had with Vera. In the end, he had given in to his curiosity, a decision he would never regret.

Emeriel was a brilliant, quick-witted friend, a beacon of light in the darkness that had engulfed him after the loss of his bondmate. She had helped him in ways he could never have imagined, filling his life with laughter and purpose, becoming an indispensable part of it.

Emeriel climbed onto the bed, curling into a fetal position against the headboard. Her body trembled as she rocked back and forth.

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He liked the girl, and the sight of her now, so consumed by her heat, twisted a knife in his heart.

“It will get worse, won’t it?” she croaked.

Herod couldn’t lie to her. “Yes,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “Much worse. This is just the beginning, dear one. The full force of your heat is yet to come.”

Fear flickered in her beautiful blue eyes, a familiar expression whenever the topic of her heat arose.

It pained him to see her so afraid. It hurt to know that her unique circumstances made this experience all the more terrifying for her. And she had every reason to be.

A soft knock at the door broke the tense silence. “Water is here, my Lord,” a maid announced from outside.

Herod opened the door, accepting the water pots and wooden cup from the female servant. He placed them on a table in the corner of the room.

“You need to be at full strength for the next three days. You mustn’t become dehydrated.”

He filled the cup with cool water and climbed onto the bed, holding it to her lips. Emeriel gulped it down eagerly, her hands clutching her knees.

“You will help me with my heat, won’t you?” she asked hoarsely. “You said you would think about it.”

Herod had indeed said that. His hand hovered over her knee, watching as she flinched away.

Yet, her eyes remained locked on his, pleading for a solution to her torment.

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