That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate
Lady Merilyn tilted her head, studying Aekeira like a specimen.
That revelation was unexpected. Confusing. At least now Aekeira understood why Vladya had accused her of witchcraft.
"So, you can understand my fascination." Merilyn's words hovered in the air like smoke. “How does a small human female like you manage to elicit such a loss of control in the mighty Vladya? If you were a syren, I would assume you were his Soulbond." She stepped closer, her closeness stifling. Her nostrils flared as she bent towards Aekeira's neck, a predator scenting prey. "Not a syren, just a human. So what exactly is happening here?"
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