That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 401

Chapter 401:

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“You better get used to it. To me, to all of us, you’re a princess now, not a slave. When we get back to Urai, that does not change.” His smile faltered slightly, turning sad. “You really think Emeriel will not come around?”

Aekeira remembered the clear agony in Emeriel’s eyes when she’d heard the news. The fear, the pain, the anger, and beneath it all… the yearning. Em might hide it well, but Aekeira knew she had never truly forgotten the grand king. Emeriel had pretended to live, going through the motions of life, but the truth was there. Em wasn’t living. She was merely existing.

Aekeira knew, because that was exactly how she lived too. Their lives had ended back in Urai. Two years later, they still hadn’t moved on, still hadn’t found their place in this new world.

Navia was their home, yet it didn’t feel like home. Not like Urai did. With a heavy sigh, Aekeira made a decision. “I will try talking to her again tonight, but I cannot promise anything.”

Lord Ottai nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Princess. We will get a guesthouse in town to spend the night, but we must leave tomorrow. Zaiper has no idea we are here, and the people are left under his care. We have already been away for three days, and there’s still a two-day journey ahead of us. We really can’t stay longer than tonight. I really hope this works.”

Aekeira hoped so too.

MISTRESS SINAI

Mistress Sinai limped back to her chambers, her mood darker than the stormy sky outside. Every step sent a sharp jolt of pain through her.

She paused, casting a furious glare over her shoulder toward Greyrock. Heartless, sadistic, vile Zaiper.

She was Daemonikai’s mistress, not his. Zaiper didn’t get to lay with her, to treat her body like it was his to take, whenever or however he pleased.

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Sinai liked to think of herself as no stranger to the rougher sides of sex; she even preferred it. But there was rough, and then there was Zaiper’s kind of rough.

The male was a monster who reveled in blood. He played with blades as though they were toys, slicing into flesh with a happy grin. And he liked to go dry.

A shudder of revulsion coursed through her, making her limp more pronounced.

Sinai had always known about Zaiper’s depravities. Hell, there had been an entire century where she had indulged in countless affairs with him because of it. But either he had grown sicker over the years, or he was punishing her for her slip-up three days ago.

“Are you alright, Mistress Sinai?”

Sinai straightened her spine, masking her pain as much as possible.

“Mistress Gaille. What brings you to this part of the fortress?”

“Oh, you know how it is with us ladies,” Gaille simpered, approaching with a saccharine smile that made Sinai’s teeth ache. “We like our fresh air anywhere we can get it.”

“Is that so?” Sinai’s tone was clipped.

“Indeed.” Gaille’s eyes raked over Sinai, her lips thinning. “Although, someone has been visiting my master’s quarters more frequently than expected. How many days now?”

Sinai lifted her chin defiantly. “Your master and I have some business to take care of.”

“Business, you say? Business it is then.” Gaille’s voice dripped with venom. “Do not poach around my master, Mistress Sinai. He is mine.”

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