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

Chapter 174: Emeriel whimpered, his hands inching toward his exposed sex, trying to shield himself.

"Don't you dare!" Boris barked, and Emeriel's hands froze. Slowly, he withdrew them, returning them to his sides.

"Untie your chest binding. Now," Boris instructed.

"Master Boris, I-" "Do not force me to repeat myself!" he snarled. "I have refrained from using my claws on those bindings because I know you need your disguise to return to the fortress. But if you wish for me to keep your dirty little secret, you had better hurry."

Emeriel let out another helpless whimper as he began to untie his bindings. In a few seconds, they lay at his feet, his breasts spilled out, full and firm. His nipples were rosy and hard, pointing directly at Boris.

"Holy Ukrae," Boris breathed as he closed the distance between them. "I have discovered the most beautiful flower in Urai."

MADAM LIVIA

The desperate search for Emeriel had turned Ravenshadow Citadel upside down. Soldiers scoured the grounds beyond the walls, rummaging through thick underbrush, searching every nook and cranny.

Madam Livia, accompanied by a group of Urekai maids, embarked on her own quest. With Lord Vladya's official orders out, everyone was determined to find Emeriel.

Aekeira, who had been tending to her duties in the garden, received the news and instantly turned pale with terror. Abandoning her tasks, she set off in search of her brother. "I shall join the soldiers searching outside the fortress and the inns," she'd rasped, her voice trembling. "He may have been sent on an errand there."

Now, emerging from the stables after a fruitless conversation with the master, Livia felt a gnawing despair. Options dwindled with each passing moment. Emeriel had been gone an unsettling amount of time. "Where are you, Emeriel?" she muttered, her voice heavy with worry.

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A small, choked voice startled her. "M-Madam Livia?"

Livia turned, finding Amie. The girl's face was a canvas of misery, eyes red-rimmed and puffy, tears carving trails through the grime on her cheeks.

"Not now, Amie," Livia said curtly, pushing past her toward the greenhouse. Although Emeriel was not assigned there, Livia hoped he might be found there nonetheless.

"I k-know where Prince Emeriel is!" Amie's voice, laced with a tremor of desperation, snagged Livia's attention. Livia whirled around, shocked to the core. Amie could only sob, her body wracked with silent tears.

"What do you know, Amie?" Livia probed, concerned.

The girl continued weeping, her hands trembling as she wiped her tears. Livia was beginning to sense that whatever transpired was far graver than a lost slave boy. "Amie," she called gently, "If you know something, you have to tell me."

"I'm s-so sorry. I shouldn't have done that," Amie sobbed. "But I needed to save myself. He would h-hurt me so bad, Madam Livia. So bad."

Livia glanced behind her, dismissing the Urekai maids. Once they had departed, she focused her attention back on Amie. "What did you do, Amie?"

And so, the tale tumbled out, raw and broken. Amie recounted everything from the beginning, starting with Master Boris approaching her, to her desperate act of betrayal to save herself from his cruelty.

Livia listened, her stomach churning with each horrifying detail. By the time Amie finished, a cold dread had settled in Livia's gut.

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