That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 103: Sinai went very still. Then, she whirled around to face her.

"Not only has he remained unharmed, but the feral has been consuming the nourishment willingly. It raises questions, does it not?" Mistress Gaille paused, pretending to ponder. "Could it be that the feral has developed a fondness for the boy? Is such a thing even possible?"

No, that could not be true.

Anger surged through Sinai's veins. That boy! How dare that boy get close to her Daemon? Suddenly, she regretted not whipping him severely that day. She regretted not whipping him to the point of death.

"Furthermore," Mistress Gaille continued, "the beast does not even recognize you when you approach for a bloodfeeding. It is only because you are its bloodhost, and it instinctively detects your presence, that you survive each encounter. If you were not its host, you would surely die when you go close. Yet, this human prince has repeatedly approached and fed the beast."

Mistress Gaille exhaled, shaking her head, her expression a mix of intrigue and disbelief. "I wonder what that means?" With that, she turned and walked away.

Left alone, Sinai seethed with blistering rage. That boy? To her own Daemon?

Sinai spun around and strode away, abandoning her plans for the market as she made her way back to the fortress. A different purpose in mind.

EMERIEL

Emeriel woke up in Aekeira's chambers, his sister hovering anxiously over him.

"She's awake, Amie!" Aekeira's voice echoed through the room. "Please go and fetch Madam Livia." There was a rustling of movement.

Emeriel's head throbbed with a painful ache, and his mouth tasted bitter from the herbs likely forced down his throat. He attempted to sit up but winced as his body protested. "What happened?" he groaned.

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"You had another mini-heat yesterday and somehow ventured to the forbidden chambers on your own," Aekeira's voice trembled with a mix of dread and disbelief. "When Amie told me, I could hardly believe it. By the gods, Em! Going into the forbidden chambers willingly and alone?!"

Memories flooded back to Emeriel. Aekeira was right-what had possessed him?

"I don't know, Keira," he admitted.

"But… but… I simply don't understand." Aekeira started pacing, visibly agitated. "There are plenty of Urekai males around. The guards would have gladly locked you up in a room and tended to your needs until the heat subsided. You could have easily gone to any of them. So why did you choose that beast? Why?"

"I really don't know. My body made the decision for me," Emeriel confessed, resigned.

Aekeira stopped abruptly. "What?"

Emeriel exhaled loudly. It was one thing to acknowledge the truth within himself, and another to voice it aloud.

He hesitated.

Aekeira noticed the strain in his voice, and guilt flashed in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be questioning you after the night you've had." She moved closer and sat beside him on the bed. "How are you feeling now, Em?"

"Like I've been trampled by a carriage. Every part of my body hurts."

A deep sorrow shadowed Aekeira's features. "I know that feeling all too well. Madam Livia said you needed to be awake to take a particular herb-what was it called again? Oh, snakevines. She mentioned it would be more effective in alleviating the pain."

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