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

Chapter 215: Emeriel could not even put into words the way Aekeira acted whenever she caught a glimpse of him.

For over a month, Lord Vladya had kept his distance. He had not visited Aekeira's chambers, nor spared her a glance, nor uttered a word to her. They had all been consumed by court matters since the grand king's return. As for the grand king, Emeriel only caught fleeting glimpses of him from afar. She always maintained a safe distance. And she had made peace with that arrangement. Well, she had.

"You are so beautiful."

Emeriel whirled around to find Lord Herod standing in the doorway, his eyes filled with warmth. Last week, when she visited him for food, he had made her an offer of a safe space to dress up like a female and explore her femininity inside his home.

"This is a safe haven, Emeriel," he had said, gazing at her surprised face. "You've never truly lived as the lady you are. Vera has many garments here, and I have no female offspring. If you ever wish to see yourself as the princess you are, you are welcome to try them on."

Emeriel had thanked him for his kindness, but declined the offer. However, in the days that followed, the temptation took root in her.

She had always wondered what it would feel like. As a child, she had occasionally donned Aekeira's clothes, with her sister standing guard, watching the door like a hawk to ensure they were not caught. But that had been over a decade ago.

Realizing this might be her only chance to explore her femininity in a secure environment, she had informed Lord Herod when she arrived that she would like to accept his offer, if it was still available.

He had instructed two of his household human slaves to assist her in selecting and dressing in a suitable garment. Now, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, tears welled up in Emeriel's eyes as she heard his voice once more.

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"You are very, very beautiful, Emeriel," Lord Herod added, his voice warm and sincere as he entered the chamber fully. The servants, acknowledging his presence, inclined their heads respectfully before discreetly withdrawing. "The dress suits you perfectly. You would have made a truly stunning princess."

"Thank you, My Lord," Emeriel curtsied, a lump forming in her throat as she glanced back at the mirror. She couldn't deny that she looked remarkably beautiful.

Her hair flowed freely around her shoulders, tumbling down her back like a waterfall of black waves. The deep blue velvet gown, adorned with shimmering pearls and gemstones, accentuated her slender figure, its long flowing sleeves and fitted bodice creating an elegant silhouette. The soft, warm footwear felt like a luxurious caress against her skin.

"I hope you don't mind that I am wearing your late bondmate's clothes," she said hesitantly. "I could still remove them if-"

Lord Herod smiled gently, shaking his head. "It brings me joy, little Emeriel," he reassured her, his eyes sad. "For thirty years, her things have remained dormant, untouched. I could not bring myself to part with them. Rivera would not mind at all. In fact, I believe she would be cheering you on."

Emeriel's heart ached with sympathy for his enduring grief. "I'm so sorry."

He nodded. "Would you like to accompany me to the Lantern Festival tomorrow night? You could go as you are, dressed as a female. No one would give you a second glance. You look completely different from the boy in well-worn breeches and tunic, with his hair tied back in a ponytail."

Emeriel looked back at her reflection, her heart fluttering with excitement. She truly loved how she looked in the feminine attire. She did look different. But could she really go out in public like this, without anyone recognizing her?

A wave of newfound confidence washed over her. "I would be delighted to attend the festival with you, My Lord," she replied, a radiant smile illuminating her face.

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