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

Chapter 146: A soft whine escaped Razarr, his composure crumbling into desire as he melted into Zaiper's embrace. The Grand Lord kissed him fervently. Thoroughly. Zaiper explored his mouth with hunger, until the scent of Razarr's arousal filled the air.

Relinquishing the embrace, Zaiper stepped back, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "You have served me well, Razarr. Vladya is slated to return in two days' time. Therefore, tomorrow, we shall set our plan in motion. I want that princess brought to me. Do you understand?"

"Um, I-I…" Razarr blinked repeatedly, attempting to clear his head.

Zaiper watched, amusement dancing in his gaze. He enjoyed seeing his usually composed and formidable head soldier reduced to a flustered and intoxicated state because of him. "Yes, m-my Lord," Razarr finally managed to stammer.

Zaiper turned to face the window, his voice resonating with determination. "Tomorrow shall mark Emeriel's final day in this world. I shall ensure it, without a doubt."

AEKEIRA

Aekeira heaved a sigh of relief as she finished her tasks for the day. Every muscle ached; the water drums were heavy even when only half-full, and her hands were raw from hauling the rough new well ropes. As she returned the last chipped bucket to the dusty gloom of the storage shed, a prickle of unease crawled down her spine at the sight of the slave master who often targeted her.

The slave master, a bull of a man whose beady eyes always seemed to find her, stalked toward her, his heavy boots kicking up a cloud of dust.

"What are you doing, idling around and dragging your feet, slave? Have you finished your duties?" His sneer twisted his already cruel mouth, his tone laced with contempt.

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"Yes, Master Tyke," Aekeira replied meekly, keeping her gaze lowered. It was safer not to meet his eyes.

"Well, there is still more to be done. I want you to clean the water storage areas and the wells to minimize contamination." His voice held a new, oily note, a threat veiled as a command.

Aekeira thought of the work she had promised to assist Em with, as she was planting new flowers that day. Her hesitation was a heartbeat too long.

The slave master's face mottled an ugly red, rage twisting his features. "How dare you stand there silently? I gave you an order!"

"Y-yes, of course, Master," Aekeira stammered, spinning around to hasten to her designated duty spot.

But the slave master was not willing to let her off so easily. "Stop right there! Five lashes of the whip for your blatant disobedience!"

"But, Master, I did not-"

"Ten lashes! One of you slaves, fetch me the whip!" the slave master bellowed, and a nearby slave scuttled off, returning moments later with a sturdy whip, handing it over to the slave master. The leather gleamed darkly in the harsh sunlight.

Aekeira's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in its cage. Oh stars, what had she done to deserve this?

"Bare your back, slave!" The master's whip hissed through the air.

She closed her eyes, the rough fabric of her tunic suddenly suffocating against her skin. Just as the first blow was about to fall, the crack of the whip was drowned out by approaching footsteps, and a voice that cut through the air like a blade.

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