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

Chapter 210: "When you and Lord Ottai purchased my sister, I didn't hesitate to follow her. I didn't consider the consequences, the dangers. All I wanted was to be with Aekeira… we've always looked out for each other."

She paused. "But then, the first day I arrived here, I went into heat."

Lord Vladya's expression remained impassive, but his eyebrows arched slightly.

"It was the first time I acutely became aware of my feminine side," she confessed, looking away. "My menstrual flow was something normal. A mundane task I'd gotten used to. But the heat? It was something entirely different. And when the beast took an interest in me, I knew I was in trouble. Even more so because my heats are irregular and unpredictable." "But I couldn't bring myself to reveal my true gender. I was terrified. I know the consequences, and the hatred the rulers hold for my kind.

How could I confess to any of them? I was already facing a death sentence when the truth came out. So, I thought… why not just live one day at a time?"

With a final, resigned shrug, Emeriel wiped away a stray tear. "Punish me as you see fit, Your Highness. I accept my fate."

A heavy silence descended.

"Your sister was well aware of your true gender, was she not?" Lord Vladya asked at last.

Emeriel's eyes went wide.

Light-gods, no. Not Keira.

Emeriel began to shake her head. "No, she doesn't- I…"

"Careful, Emeriel." The third ruler gave a warning growl. "Remember what I said about lying to me?"

A sob escaped Emeriel's lips. "Please, my Lord. Not Aekeira, please. Do whatever you wish to me, but spare my sister. She was only trying to protect me. Everything she does is to protect me."

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"Hmm, Everything she does is to protect you," he repeated, his brow furrowed in thought.

"Y-yes, my Lord. Please, don't hurt her, it was all my fault. Punish me."

"During the introduction of slaves, when Lord Zaiper ordered you to undress, your sister took your place. Was it also to protect you, or because she wants him?"

Emeriel's eyes snapped up to meet Lord Vladya's. "Want him? Lord Zaiper? Aekeira hates him! He repulses her! She once said she'd rather lay with a seventy-year-old corpse than willingly lay with Lord Zaiper-" She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in horror.

Lord Vladya's eyebrow shot up, nearly vanishing into his hair.

Did she really just say that? To a fellow grand lord? A blush stained Emeriel's cheeks.

She cleared her throat. "What I meant to say is that Aekeira harbors no affection for Lord Zaiper whatsoever. I apologize for my outburst, Your Highness."

Moments passed. A shadow flickered across Lord Vladya's face, a subtle shift in his expression that Emeriel couldn't quite decipher.

"No attraction towards him?" the grand lord pressed.

"None at all? Are you saying your sister feels no lust for him?"

Emeriel hesitated.

He waved a dismissive hand. "You may speak freely. Tell me the truth as you know it."

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