That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 80

Chapter 80:

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Once again, Aekeira had risked everything, putting herself in harm’s way to protect him. To keep him from harm.

When would Emeriel have the opportunity to repay her? To truly save her?

Why did his courageous sister always bear the burden of sacrifice while he cowered in fear like a coward? Emeriel gripped his tunic, squeezing it tightly. “I am so sorry, Keira,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Grand Lord Ottai seemed indifferent, merely observing the entertainment with detached amusement, his feast spread before him.

Meanwhile, Grand Lord Vladya remained engrossed in his writings, his attention solely focused on the scroll in front of him.

Unlike the other lords who indulged in food, drink, and pleasures, Vladya abstained, his expression inscrutable. A sudden movement at the corner of Emeriel’s eye caught his attention. A lord approached, undoubtedly intending to “inspect” him.

Instinctively, Emeriel took a step back. But was that too suspicious? He halted.

The lord drew nearer, locking eyes with Emeriel. Handsome and youthful, he bore the typical Urekai appearance.

Circling him like a predator, the lord stopped in front of Emeriel. He reached around to cup Emeriel’s backside.

“Soft,” the lord muttered, furrowing his brows. “Too soft.” Then, the lord’s hand slipped beneath Emeriel’s tunic, encountering the bindings that concealed his true identity. The lord froze.

Emeriel held his breath. Their eyes locked. While confusion clouded the lord’s gaze, Emeriel’s was filled with panic.

Gradually, understanding dawned in the lord’s eyes as he realized that the person before him was not truly a man. “Please, I beg of you, my lord, do not expose me,” Emeriel blurted out, desperation tinging his words. “I implore you. Please help me.”

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The lord tilted his head to the side, deep in thought. His hand inside Emeriel’s clothing moved further, finally discovering her banded breasts.

Surprise flickered across his features, and he fixed Emeriel with a piercing gaze.

“Please, my lord. I will do anything…please,” Emeriel pleaded, his body trembling with anxiety. A moment hung suspended between them.

Eventually, the lord withdrew his hand and took a step back. “Beyond the Moors, atop Vacant Hill, you shall find my abode overlooking the winding Serpent’s Creek. Seek me out before the third night.”

With those words, the lord departed, leaving Emeriel in crippling relief and a surge of apprehension.

What had he done?

GRAND LORD VLADYA

As Grand Lord Vladya composed his response to the letter from Azrael, the werewolf king, he found himself struggling to concentrate.

It was an unfamiliar experience. He had never experienced such difficulty before.

Azrael was an ally, and the content of the letter concerned a trade agreement between their realms. That alone should have demanded his undivided attention. However, his mind wavered and wandered, distracted.

“I wish to strip for you, your majesty.”

Anger surged through his veins as the words echoed in his mind. The fact that such words affected him to the extent where he felt like a taut string, vibrating with suppressed rage, infuriated him greatly.

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