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

Chapter 153: The words hit Emeriel like a physical blow. "What!?" Blood roared in his ears, drowning out everything else.

In a hurry, he sprinted towards the southern wings, directly towards Aekeira's room. But she was nowhere to be found.

"Aekeira?" His voice echoed in the hollow space, each unanswered call tightening the knot of fear in his gut. Panic welled up inside him as he rushed out, determined to find his sister.

Perhaps the slave was mistaken? Aekeira couldn't have been taken to the northern wings so abruptly, could she? Yet, despite his attempts to convince himself otherwise, a knot of dread coiled in his stomach. Lord Zaiper desired Aekeira, and this was the perfect opportunity to get to her, especially with Lord Vladya away until tomorrow. "Gods, what do I do?" Emeriel choked out the words, trying desperately to quell his rising panic. What would be the rational course of action?

He shouldn't just rush into Greyrock domain, right? Reason screamed at him to stay put. Lord Vladya had been clear that he shouldn't leave Blackstone.

But this was Aekeira they were talking about. Zaiper wasn't just cruel, he was a monster. He would subject his sister to untold suffering. A grand lord who was notorious for not only hurting slaves but also killing them. Every instinct to protect his sister urged him forward, and despite the terror clawing at him, his feet obeyed. Emeriel sprinted towards the northern wings, knowing he was running towards the heart of danger.

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

Grand Lord Zaiper stood near the dungeon entrance, his gaze locked on the girl huddled within. Even in her fear, she radiated a fragile beauty.

The prettiest little thing he had ever laid his eyes on - a ripe fruit ready for his taking. It was no wonder Vladya was smitten with her. Zaiper could clearly see her appeal. He had deliberately goaded Vladya, plucked at his strings, just to see that

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flicker of desire ignited in those cold eyes. And Vladya had never failed to deliver, all because of her. "You're the first human he has ever touched, you know," Zaiper mused, savoring the tremor that wracked Aekeira's body. "I guess if any human is capable of tempting that male to the dark side, it would be you." Aekeira whimpered, her gaze fixed on the damp stone floor.

A dark thrill coursed through Zaiper. Perhaps a slight detour from the plan wouldn't hurt. Perhaps he would kill the young prince and still mount the beautiful princess.

"Your Highness." Razarr approached, his voice a low whisper. "The boy is in Greyrock."

Zaiper's grin widened. "Excellent. Fetch him. Bring him to my chambers… and the princess as well." He was already imagining the cries he would wring from her. "Your Majesty, the plan…"

"I have changed my mind, Razarr. The plan remains intact, but I've come to the realization that I no longer care if the girl witnesses her brother's death." His voice, cold and sharp as a blade, sliced through the heavy silence. "Her life dangles from my fingertips. One whisper of defiance, and I will gut her… but not before I subject her to agonies she cannot begin to fathom." His eyes pierced her, savoring the way her skin paled to a sickly gray. A smirk twisted his lips. "She won't dare cross me."

With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he strode away.

"Bring them both to me."

EMERIEL

Outside the dungeon, Emeriel's stride quickened through Greyrock's maze-like corridors. He was surprised to see how the sentries merely glanced at him, making way for him to pass.

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