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

Chapter 172: "Is that what they're saying?"

Amie nodded. "He has quite the reputation with the Urekai females in this fortress. They would give anything to capture his attention, no matter how little he was willing to grant them." She glanced at Emeriel. "So, was it…?"

"No, it was Aekeira."

Relief washed over Amie. Emeriel was looking at her strangely. "Is something troubling you?"

"No, nothing." Amie's conscience was already killing her, knowing she would soon deliver Prince Emeriel to Master Boris. But the added guilt of doing so shortly after Lord Vladya had mounted her was simply too much for Amie to bear. It was a small comfort that it was not she who had been involved.

"We have arrived," Amie announced softly, gesturing towards a weathered building ahead.

The barn house, its roof thatched with golden straw, stood a short distance away. The air hung heavy with the scent of hay and livestock, mingling with the rhythmic stirrings of the animals. Shafts of golden sunlight seeped through the gaps in the aged wood, creating patterns upon the earthen floor below.

Amie led Emeriel towards the doors, their hinges groaning in protest as they creaked open. As they stepped inside, a large hand shot out from the shadows, clamping around Emeriel's arm.

Emeriel yelped as he was hoisted off the ground. Master Boris loomed over him, a cruel sneer twisting his features. "Finally," he snarled, his voice dripping with malice. "You've done well, Amie. Bringing him to me like a prized boar to the slaughter."

Amie flinched at the comparison, her eyes widening in terror. Tears welled up, blurring her vision as she stumbled back a step.

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Emeriel stared at her in disbelief. "Wh-what is the meaning of this, Amie?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

"Amie has delivered you into my hands, that is what it means." Master Boris shoved Emeriel back onto his feet, keeping a tight grip on his arm. The man's gaze burned into Emeriel, a mix of raw lust and barely contained anger blazing within. "You stopped working at the inn. Amie is merely fulfilling her end of our agreement."

Amie whimpered, the weight of her betrayal crushing down on her. Shame burned in her throat, choking any attempt at explanation. She stole another glance at Emeriel, her heart breaking.

Emeriel, his expression a mixture of hurt and confusion, stared at her. "I'm s-sorry," she stammered, her voice barely audible. Shame spurred her to take another step back, putting more distance between herself and Emeriel.

"Please, Amie, don't leave me here. Please, I'm begging you!" Emeriel tried to lunge towards Amie, but Master Boris dug his fingers into his skin.

Master Boris shot Amie a withering glance. "Get out."

Amie flinched, tears finally spilling down her cheeks. "Forgive me," she mumbled with a choked sob before whirling around and fleeing the barnhouse.

MADAM LIVIA

Lord Vladya stood like a statue of iron before the imposing metal gates of the forbidden chambers. His arms were crossed impatiently, and his gaze pierced through the open oak door at the beast residing within.

"My Lord," Livia's voice broke the silence. "You sent for me?"

Vladya turned his head slightly. "Bring Emeriel here. The beast needs him tonight," he stated curtly.

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