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

Chapter 217: "And Leah, my dear," Lord Herod continued, turning to Emeriel with a warm smile, "you are in the presence of our first and ultimate ruler, the grand king."

"Y-Your Grace, it is an honor to be graced with your presence." Emeriel swallowed nervously and executed a deep curtsy, her voice trembling slightly.

"A human," Daemonikai observed, his tone neutral. It was not a question, but a simple acknowledgment.

There was no trace of disgust, anger, or hatred that usually accompanied such a declaration from an Urekai. Instead, his face remained impassive, his voice polite. "Yes, Your Grace," Lord Herod confirmed. "I discovered her during one of my trips to acquire more slaves. She is a Siren, and we are deeply devoted to one another."

Emeriel nearly choked on her own saliva. Lord Herod was unaware that she was a Siren. How had he known to fabricate such a convincing lie?

The grand king gave a nod. Then, he extended his hand towards Emeriel.

She placed her own in his. A soft gasp escaped her lips as their skin made contact.

He raised her hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. "You have an exquisite lady here, Lord of Agriculture." Another shiver ran down Emeriel's spine as his gaze lingered on her. The intensity of his scrutiny unnerved her.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lord Herod bowed his head. King Daemonikai released Emeriel's hand, his attention finally shifting back to Lord Herod.

"You are aware of the lands beyond the Crystal Waters, are you not? I am considering utilizing some of them for agricultural purposes. As the Lord of Agriculture, I require your expertise and collaboration on this matter."

"It would be an honor, Your Grace," Lord Herod's voice was filled with surprise and enthusiasm.

"We shall discuss this in private." King Daemonikai raised a hand to dismiss his retinue.

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His soldiers, understanding the unspoken command, dispersed, strategically positioning themselves throughout the house and its surrounding grounds.

Lord Herod turned to Emeriel. "Go and admire those lanterns we spoke of, my dear. I need a moment alone with the king."

"My study is this way, Your Grace." He gestured toward the familiar corridor.

But the grand king did not immediately follow.

Instead, his piercing gaze settled on Emeriel once more, holding her captive.

For a moment, Emeriel could not bring herself to move, unable to break free from his magnetic pull.

A swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach, fluttering with increasing force under those piercing green eyes. Her body tingled with warmth, and her face flushed with a sudden heat. She managed another curtsy, her movements stiff and awkward, before turning and forcing her feet to carry her away.

In the courtyard, Emeriel's mind wandered. She stood, staring blankly at the workers meticulously decorating her lantern, her thoughts consumed by King Daemonikai.

Time seemed to lose its grip on her.

The sound of the door opening drew her attention.

As if summoned by her thoughts, King Daemonikai emerged from the house. His every movement exuded an air of lethal grace and authority.

With hands clasped behind his back, the white garment draped elegantly over his powerful frame, he strode toward her, stopping a few feet away.

"Your Grace?" Emeriel's voice was a shaky whisper. Heavens, to be this close to him…

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