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

Chapter 114: The familiar sound of trumpets signaled the arrival of the rulers, and a loud shout followed, "All rise for the arrival of our esteemed rulers."

"His Majesty, Grand Lord Zaiper, the almighty second sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of Greyrock. The northern wings!"

"His Majesty, Grand Lord Vladya, the almighty third sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of Blackstone. The western wings!"

"His Majesty, Grand Lord Ottai, the almighty fourth sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of Mabblewood. The Eastern Wings!" "All hail the grand rulers!"

Everyone in attendance performed a deep, full bow as the grand entrance opened, and the rulers made their way in. Emeriel dutifully bowed along with the rest, joining in the chorus of "All hail the grand rulers."

"You may all rise," announced Grand Lord Zaiper after they had taken their seats, and everyone straightened up. The lords sat down, and the slaves resumed their duties. The grand entrance opened once again, and the mistresses paraded in. There were at least ten of them, some daughters of the lords, others belonging to the grand lords, and amongst them were bloodhosts.

Emeriel recognized one among them-Mistress Sinai, the bloodhost to Grand King Daemonikai. She was the lady who had ordered him to be whipped.

As if on cue, Mistress Sinai's gaze locked onto Emeriel, glaring at him with intensity.

Emeriel averted his eyes. He didn't know why the mistress seemed to hate him, but the feeling was very mutual; Emeriel didn't like her either.

Nevertheless, it was best to avoid her completely and steer clear of her path.

"You're such a pretty boy," remarked one of the lords when Emeriel dropped off some orders. The lord's large hand cupped his buttock and squeezed.

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Like all the other slaves, Emeriel tried not to react. Hastily, he placed the drink down and moved away before the lord's hand could wander any further.

A few feet away, Emeriel stopped as Arang, one of the male slaves, was being ordered to his knees, before the lord proceeded to stuff the slave's mouth with his sex organ.

Another lord glanced meaningfully at Emeriel and smirked. "That's what pretty boys are made for." Emeriel swallowed hard, feeling a surge of fear, and quickly hurried away before that lord decided to use him the same way.

When he returned with the wine he had been ordered to deliver, he dropped it on the table and turned to leave.

"Hey, pretty boy. Come here," a voice commanded. Emeriel froze, his hand clutching his doublet tightly. It was the same lord Emeriel thought he had escaped.

He could choose to keep walking, pretend he hadn't heard anything, but that would be unwise. The lord would likely persist, drawing the unwanted attention of other lords to Emeriel.

Reluctantly, Emeriel turned and walked toward the lord, keeping his head lowered. However, a large figure suddenly blocked his path.

"I chose you first. What are you doing serving drinks when you should be serving me?" a deep voice growled, low enough not to interrupt the political discussions but loud enough for the other lord to hear.

Emeriel glanced up and saw Lord Herod.

Relief washed over him, almost causing his knees to buckle. He forced himself to remain composed, not wanting to reveal his familiarity with Lord Herod. Lowering his head again, Emeriel spoke, "I apologize, my lord."

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