All Chapters of That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

A Urekai maid came out and escorted him inside. Emeriel followed without question. His eyes were immediately drawn to the soaring ceiling, supported by ornate stone columns, giving the space an airy yet imposing ambiance. The floor was a seamless expanse of polished marble, veined with gold. In the center, a large Persian rug in rich colors caught his attention.An enormous fireplace dominated one wall, its mantel carved from a single block of marble, a fire crackling within. Nearby, floor-to-ceiling windows draped in heavy brocade curtains offered a view of the royal gardens. It was the grandest and most magnificent living room Emeriel had ever seen in a royal residence."Come." The maid led him through twists and turns of passageways until they stopped at a closed door. "Go inside. He is expecting you."After the maid left, Emeriel swallowed tightly then opened the door, entering the grand study. Behind the large wooden desk, Grand Lord Vladya sat, engrossed in writing on his scro

EMERIELIn the following two days, Emeriel was relocated to Blackstone and Lord VLadya departed on his journey. He was assigned to work in the gardens—a prospect that filled him with unexpected relief.Emeriel had always envied the slaves who worked in the gardens, drawn to the earthy scents and the quiet rhythm of tending to life. It had been one of his indulgences back in Navia—a haven of peace amid a life of turmoil.Emeriel couldn't be certain whether it was due to what had happened in court or if the slaves in Blackstone were simply different, but he noticed a change in the way he was treated.The slave masters no longer bellowed at him, and his fellow slaves no longer sought reasons to harm him. Even the Urekai maids displayed a newfound respect. They observed him with curiosity as he moved about and generally stayed out of his way.Aekeira began visiting more frequently as well. Once she had finished her tasks, she would hasten to help Emeriel with his work.Of course, they had

AEKEIRAThe unknown mistress led Aekeira through the courtyard of the southern Wings, then deep into the western wings. With every step, Aekeira's dread deepened.Slaves and soldiers alike bowed low as they passed, whispers rustling in their wake. This woman held power, a palpable force that thrummed in the air around her.Finally, they stopped by the river, its gentle murmur a stark contrast to the tension crackling between them. "I am Lady Merilyn," the woman declared, her voice clear and cool. "Bondmate to High Lord Henry, overseer of domestic affairs. And—" she paused, her lips curving in the barest hint of a smile "—bloodhost to the third ruler of Urai."Aekeira's eyes widened. "You are Grand Lord Vladya's bloodhost?” Now it all made sense, the deference – this woman was not only the closest to a grand lord but also the wife of a high lord of the court.The mistress nodded. "And you are the human princess, Aekeira, am I correct?""Yes, Mistress," Aekeira confirmed, her voice smal

AEKEIRA"Grand Lord Vladya is going f-feral?" Aekeira was at a loss for words. Tears threatened to spill over. "Like...like Grand King Daemonikai?"Merilyn nodded, the motion small and tight. "You’ve noticed...haven't you? Sometimes his behavior seems...off. Wicked. Crazy."Instantly, Aekeira's mind flashed to the first time he'd mounted her. Those absurd accusations. His bloodhost eyes and the snarl on his lips. The twisted pleasure on his face as he inflicted pain upon her. "So you see, Aekeira, that is the tale of Lord Vladya.” Merilyn's voice was thick. “He lost everything on that horrible night. The only female who had ever connected with him as a bondmate, his soul. There will be no future bonding rituals for him. He is disconnected from his beast, among other things. In his long, long life, he will be alone forever. That is the root of his hatred."Aekeira wept soundlessly, tears winning the battle, spilling down her cheeks. Her heart was in so much pain, Aekeira could barely

"Please, my lord!" Aekeira cried out, drawing his attention. Her hands clasped together in a desperate plea. "Show mercy to my brother!""Mercy? Why? Are you going to offer yourself again, as you did in court?" Zaiper's voice was a mocking purr."Yes," Aekeira's answer came fast. Unwavering. “Yes, please, I’m willing to.”Zaiper barked out a laugh, the sound devoid of warmth. "Such devotion, such dedication. Sadly, you are not the one I wish to bury myself inside tonight."He turned his attention back to Emeriel, his hand raised and flexed. Claws, glinting, ready to shred his clothes."All hail His Majesty the Third! The third sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of the western wings. All hail Grand Lord Vladya!" The booming announcement shattered the charged atmosphere.Zaiper froze, his grip loosening. "Vladya's returned?"The door swung open, and Grand Lord Vladya entered. His measured stride carried an air of cool detachment, yet hinting at a barely restrained power."Vlady