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

Chapter 154: As he neared the passage leading to Grand Lord Zaiper's chambers, a squad of soldiers materialized, blocking his path.

"The grand lord commands your presence," they declared, their voices devoid of warmth. Their hands gripped his arms, firm and unyielding, as they marched him away.

The soldiers led him through a discreet side door, into the heart of Lord Zaiper's abode. The grand bedchamber oozed wealth and power, every surface gleaming.

Lord Zaiper lounged on a throne-like chair, his reptilian gaze tracking Emeriel's every move as he was forced to his knees. Emeriel bowed his head, the thick silence pressing down on him. The soldiers left, leaving him alone with the devil himself.

"Emeriel, is it not?" Lord Zaiper's voice slithered through the room, smooth and dangerous.

"Yes, your highness."

"Tell me, what brings you to Greyrock? Surely you know slaves are not permitted to wander territories without express invitation. Why break such a simple rule?"

"I apologize, your highness. I was… I was searching for my sister," Emeriel's reply was barely above a whisper.

The door creaked open, and Aekeira was shoved inside. Emeriel's heart leaped. Aekeira was alive. A flicker of hope ignited in his chest.

Aekeira knelt beside him, her eyes wide with a silent question - are you alright?

He gave the slightest nod.

"Save your tender reunion for later." Lord Zaiper's tone was dismissive. A soldier stepped forward, hauling Emeriel to his feet, dragging him closer to Lord Zaiper. The ruler leaned forward, a predatory gleam in his eye, forcing Emeriel to jerk his head back.

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"There's something about you, boy."

Zaiper pressed his nose to Emeriel's neck, inhaling deeply. "You have a pleasant enough smell, but nothing particularly remarkable. So, what could it be?"

"I-I don't understand, my lord," Emeriel stammered, fear tightening his throat.

"Was your mother a witch? Do you dabble in black magic?" Lord Zaiper's voice dropped to a near hiss.

"What are you not telling us, boy?"

"Nothing, your majesty."

"Tonight, you've broken rules, and according to the laws of the land, I must punish you severely. But first…" Lord Zaiper's hands closed on Emeriel, slamming him against the wall. The impact jarred Emeriel's bones, forcing a gasp from his lips. Lord Zaiper's body pressed against his, hot and suffocating. A heavy hand dug into Emeriel's waist, fingers kneading his flesh.

"Soft," Lord Zaiper hissed, the word scraping against Emeriel's ear. "No wonder Daemonikai's beast mistook you for a female. A bitch."

He paused, the smile fading from his lips. "Or wait…" His voice took on a calculating, suspicious edge. "Are you?" Then, his hands began to wander.

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"Please, my lord!" Aekeira cried out, drawing his attention. Her hands clasped together in a desperate plea. "Show mercy to my brother!"

"Mercy? Why? Are you going to offer yourself again, as you did in court?" Zaiper's voice was mocking, the words dripping with disdain.

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