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

Chapter 136: Aekeira quickly reached into her garment and retrieved the book that Emeriel had read the previous day, which she had forgotten to return to the library. "Here," she handed it to him.

Lord Vladya accepted it, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. "His scent is there, but it's faint. It will take more time to track him, since his scent is barely detectable."

"What about my hand?" Aekeira asked, desperation creeping into her voice. "Em loves touching my hand. He does it all the time. That means his scent would be much stronger, right?"

Lord Vladya stared at her outstretched hand, not making a move to take it. "I don't need to scent you right now, Aekeira." Goosebumps spread through her body as her name rolled off his tongue. She would never admit it, but her name had never sounded better.

That mistress might already be torturing Em. The thought jolted her, bringing her wandering mind back.

"Please, just do it. I beg of you," she implored.

Finally, he stepped forward and enveloped her small hand in his larger one, raising it to his nose and taking a deep breath.

Aekeira was taken aback as a low growl rumbled from his chest. For a moment, his eyes flickered with a yellow hue.

He inhaled once more before releasing her hand.

"Let's go," he ordered, striding forward.

Aekeira trailed behind him, praying all the while that Em was unharmed.

Grand Lord Vladya descended the stairs, leading Aekeira through the labyrinthine underground chambers. The multitude of rooms and winding corridors would have surely left her disoriented if she had ventured alone. However, Vladya strode confidently, navigating the intricate path without hesitation.

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As they drew nearer, Aekeira heard a voice-a woman's voice.

"I shall subject you to thirty lashes from the spiked whip. Whether you count or not matters not to me," the mistress declared, growing louder as they approached.

Grand Lord Vladya swept into the chamber, his black robes swirling, his presence commanding. "You shall do no such thing, Sinai," he proclaimed, his voice echoing with cold authority.

The mistress's head jerked around, and she went as still as a statue. She released the whip as though it burned her hand, and it clattered to the ground.

"M-my Lord, what brings you here?" she stammered, breathlessly.

"I could ask you the same thing, Sinai," Vladya's tone was deceptively calm. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the array of torture tools and the figure of Emeriel, who was suspended like a sacrificial offering. Then, his eyes returned to the mistress. The mistress averted her gaze.

He took a step forward, and she quickly retreated a step. "I told you to leave the boy alone. How dare you disobey my command?"

Leave the boy alone? Aekeira was confused. She observed as the imposing Urekai guard he'd called Yaz went to Emeriel and began untying the restraints that bound him. Aekeira hastened forward to assist. "Em, are you hurt?" Her lips trembled with concern.

The profound relief that washed over Emeriel's face nearly moved Aekeira to tears. She had truly lost all hope of being rescued, hadn't she? "I'm so sorry, Em."

"Please, do not apologize, Keira." Emeriel mustered a faint smile. "Thank you, sister. For a moment there, I feared she would scourge my back and sear my skin with her branding iron."

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