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

Chapter 173: Madam Livia hurried away to carry out his command immediately. Lord Vladya was in the darkest mood Livia had ever witnessed, and she had no desire to be the target of his displeasure.

However, she scoured every corner in search of Emeriel-from the southern wings to the western wings, down to the well area and the clotheslines-everywhere. Yet, Livia could not find him.

By the time Livia returned to the fourth wing, her lungs burned from exertion. Her frantic search had left her breathless, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She stood before Grand Lord Vladya, her composure shaken.

"He is nowhere to be found, Your Highness," she rasped, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I searched the entire fortress, but there is no sign of Emeriel." Vladya straightened, his scowl deepening into a thundercloud. He swept his gaze over Livia. "Then question every slave master. Perhaps one sent him on some errand outside the citadel walls," he ordered. "And alert the entire garrison. Every soldier in Ravenshadow Citadel will be involved in the search. Find Emeriel.

I want him brought before me. Now."

MIXED POV.

EMERIEL

Once Amie had departed, Boris fixed Emeriel with a predatory gaze, pushing him against the wall. "At last."

"Master Boris, please don't-"

Boris silenced him with a slap across the face. "Do you presume to tell me what I can or cannot do? Do you understand?"

"Y-yes."

"Good." Master Boris yanked Emeriel's tunic out of his breeches, hoisted it over his head, and discarded it on the ground. His smile faded when he saw another layer of clothing. He pulled off that shirt, only to discover a third.

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"How many shirts are you wearing!?" he hissed. "Stupid slave! When will you understand that modesty is not befitting of a slave? You must be easily accessible."

"Please, don't…" Emeriel begged.

Boris shoved the remaining shirts up, and as his fingers finally encountered the bare, soft skin of Emeriel's belly, he pulled the two shirts over the boy's shoulders and discarded them on the ground. His gaze shifted, surveying Emeriel's exposed body.

Boris froze, his eyes hooking on the binding around Emeriel's chest. The outline of breasts. The graceful curve of his waistline.

"Holy waters. What in the world…" Boris cursed under his breath, his gaze darting back to Emeriel. "What the fuck!"

Quickly, he grabbed hold of Emeriel's breeches-two layers of them-and pushed them down to the floor. Stepping back, Boris stared at the bare hourglass figure before him. The prettiest pussy he had ever set his eyes on.

A momentary silence fell upon them.

Emeriel's eyes held burning revulsion before he squeezed them shut, as if unable to bear Boris's gaze on his naked, vulnerable body.

"I wonder why it never crossed my mind," Boris mused, his eyes sliding down to lock on Emeriel's female genitalia. "All the signs were there. You were simply too beautiful for a male. I dismissed it as unusual but implausible. It's hard to believe that a girl could conceal such a secret in…"

Ravenshadow-from all those grand lords whose sense of smell rivaled that of hellhounds." Boris was aroused, his erection rock solid. He was so hard he could nail a wall right now. "You're the most beautiful little thing I've ever seen."

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