Semua Bab That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Bab 291 - Bab 300

PRINCESS AEKEIRAAt midnight, long after Emeriel had fallen asleep, Aekeira lay awake, staring at the ceiling.Her thoughts were restless, circling back to him.The bruises she had noticed days ago. The tension in his posture. The pain in his eyes.Sleep was impossible.Giving up, she rose quietly from the bed and slipped into the dark hallway. Taking the long, silent walk through the corridors, she made her way to the other side of the royal residence.She hesitated for a moment before knocking. Her nerves was suddenly all over the place.“Go away,” a growly voice barked from within.She knocked again.“Yaz, I swear I will have you beheaded if you don’t send whoever’s out there on their way!” He snapped dangerously.“It’s me, Your Highness,” she faltered, her voice quieter than she’d intended. “Aekeir—”The door swung open so fast she stumbled back.Grand Lord Vladya filled the doorway. His usually well-styled black hair was disheveled. The wild, unfocused look in his gray eyes told

PRINCESS EMERIELEmeriel stood before the tall mirror, staring at her reflection as Amie fastened the buttons down the back of her gown.The fabric felt soft against her skin, designed in a simple yet elegant style that prioritized comfort over extravagance.Behind her, the faint clinking of glass jars echoed as Madam Livia brewed her final portion of the morning.It’s been four days since she fully woke up. Most of Emeriel’s bruises had faded. Her face looked less pale, and the dark shadows under her eyes were fading too.Though her left arm still ached from time to time, the swelling had gone down, and she could now use it without much trouble. She flexed her fingers absently, with caution.“You look so beautiful, my princess,” Amie let out a wistful sigh, stepping back to admire her work.“Thank you, Amie.” Beautiful wasn’t the word she’d use, but at least she looked better than she had in recent weeks. That was enough for now.“Here,” Madam Livia came to her with a steaming wooden

The thought of him losing himself that way again was completely terrifying. For one tiny moment, a small, uncertain voice—the voice of the girl whose body was put through the unimaginable—whispered... Run.Take his offer, and run far away."I see the fear in your eyes," his agonized voice was rough. "Oh, Emeriel… where do we go from here, when I’ve put you right back in a place where you have to fear me again?"Her throat worked tightly. Do not waver. Do not falter. "We will get through this," she said firmly. Spoken as much for herself as for him. "I am not running like a coward.""Running does not make you a coward. It makes you a survivor." With self-loath, he added. "Run, Emeriel. Run far away, beyond where these cursed hands can ever touch you again. If I have to resort to binding myself in chains laced with dragonblood and scented leaves from the Forest of Abadin, then you’ll know things have truly spiraled beyond my control."Emeriel took his hands in hers, bringing them to he

She walked into court gracefully. Fully dressed in her formal princess attire, she looked radiant. There were no visible marks on her skin, no signs of bruises. Or pain.Her eyes shone brightly, filled with life, and on her lips was a wide, unshaken smile.Not a single person stirred as she paused to bow gracefully to the assembled court, before she crossed the floor and ascended the dais, coming to a stop beside the grand king. Then…kissed him.Not a peck nor even a heavy indecent display, the kiss was light. Yet screamed intimate. Free of tongue or theatrics, but every bit as charged with passion as if they were alone. It lingered just long enough to stun the court into an even deeper silence.Pulling back, the human princess turned to Zaiper, looking thoughtful. “Do you have evidence to back up such ridiculous claims, my lord? Since when is it wrong for a woman to scream out her pleasure when her male is rocking her world?” She grinned. “What do you have against screams of ecsta

Fruits were brought in on polished trays—juicy grapes, ripe figs, slices of sweet melon—and Sinai munched on them with unabashed pleasure.When it was over, she stood before the tall mirror, her reflection finally resembling the female she used to be. Her gown was a masterpiece, woven from the finest silks and subtle jewels that caught the light. Her hair styled to perfection, cascading down her back in sophisticated waves.Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. I have missed this.After today, not only will she be free again, but she will take back what was hers.The soldiers returned.“The Grand King is still in the hunting grounds with the noble lords of court,” one informed her. “You are instructed to wait here for his return. You are not to leave this chamber.”Sinai didn’t mind. Reclining on the plush cushions of the bed, she made herself comfortable as she waited.And waited.And waited.Sunset turned to dusk. The golden light streaming through the windows faded, replaced by sh