That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 404

Chapter 404:

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“Run me a bath this minute!” she barked, and her maidservants flinched.

“Y-your bath is ready, mistress,” one of them stammered, barely able to meet Sinai’s eyes.

Shoving the maidservants aside, Sinai stripped out of her garments and slipped into the warm bath. But even the soothing heat did nothing to calm her nerves.

That bitch had been lucky. If they’d been placed in the same cell, only one of them would have walked out alive.

“You are the only mistress of your master, yet unwanted by him. Two millennia together, and he never chose you. He was Queen Evielyn’s from the start. Even after her death, he does not look at you. And now?

Now, he belongs solely to Emeriel.”

Sinai clenched her fists. Stupid bitch, what did she know?

Her Daemon wanted her.

Her Daemon was hers.

Even Emeriel had admitted as much when she fled Urai, tail tucked between her legs, never to return.

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

Aekeira pushed open Emeriel’s door, the hinges creaking in the silence. The room was cloaked in shadows, the only light filtering in from the window. Emeriel lay beneath the covers, motionless in the darkness.

“Are you asleep?” Aekeira’s voice was tentative.

There was no response, but Aekeira walked deeper into the room anyway.

“I know you are not, Em,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You have avoided me all day.” Still, no response.

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“The Urekai are in Merabis. Three of them: Lord Ottai, Yaz, and Wegai.” Still, no response.

“I know you do not want to know why they’re here, Em. I understand.” Aekeira’s gaze fixed on the wall ahead. “But I also know you. And I know, deep down, you will regret this in the near future if they leave without an audience from you.” Nothing.

Not even a shift in the bedclothes.

“If I was not sure, I would have let this go,” Aekeira’s tone lowered, taking on a pleading edge. “But I know you, Emeriel. Beneath all this resolve created by pain, is an Em who still cares. An Em whose world still revolves around her grand king. He is not alright, Em.” Was she really asleep?

“Do you know Lord Vladya managed to fight his feral for two long years? A male who would have succumbed three years ago?” A wistful smile touched Aekeira’s lips. “It warms my heart, knowing he held on that long. Now, they need me to help him continue the fight. And King Daemonikai—”

“I do not wish to hear it,” Emeriel’s voice finally came, barely audible. Pleading.

“His soul is dying,” Aekeira said anyway. “He hasn’t been to court in over a year. He spends every waking moment lost in his mind. If this continues, you will lose him forever.”

Emeriel’s body tensed beneath the covers, and Aekeira saw her fingers dig into her thigh.

Aekeira gently pulled back the covers, revealing Emeriel’s white-knuckled grip. Blood prickled where her sister’s nails had pierced her skin.

Carefully, Aekeira pried her fingers loose, holding her hand in hers. “I know it’s not what you want. I know, under all that, is an Em who feels better knowing her male is doing well at the other end of the world, even if they’re not together.” She squeezed Emeriel’s hand. “Can you tell that Em, her male is not okay?”

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