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

Chapter 247: Each thrust was more intense than the last until he finally reached the peak of his desire.

Moments later, Alviara swiveled her head back, ignoring the twinge of discomfort, and observed as awareness returned to his eyes.

He took in their position; the way Alviara was folded awkwardly underneath him, and the girl beneath them blinked blearily, her legs still spread wide. A strange expression crossed his features, his intense gaze lingering on the girl.

But he was quite heavy; Alviara could barely breathe. "Ahem," Alviara cleared her throat, squirming. "Your Grace, if you wouldn't mind… It's rather uncomfortable."

The moment broken, he shifted, rising from the bed. His face was a mask of cool indifference as he cleaned himself and slipped into his robe.

"I apologize for any discomfort," he said, his voice once again devoid of emotion. "You may leave. Both of you."

The girl quickly rose, her movements jerky, her cheeks flushed, and fled the room.

Alviara cleaned herself quickly, dressed, and followed suit. Outside the chamber, she scanned the corridor for the girl but found it empty.

Turning the corner, Alviara spotted the human slumped against the wall at the intersection leading away from the Southern Wing. Her clothes were disheveled, her ponytail askew, her eyes closed as if in pain.

"You know, don't you?" the girl whispered, utterly tired. "Go ahead, tell me how I'm playing a dangerous game. Tell me how I'll be executed for it."

Alviara met her gaze. "It is none of my business."

The girl's eyes opened slowly, glancing up at Alviara. "Are you going to tell him?"

"No, my dear. As I said, it is none of my concern. I am merely relieved to finally understand why I, Alviara Myxxz, the most sought-after courtesan in Urai, presented for a male so aroused he might as well be in a rut, yet he remained unmoved." She clicked her tongue. "It nearly bruised my ego, I must admit. But then, it has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you. You are the grand king's Soulbond?"

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The girl did not deny it. Silence hung heavy in the air.

Alviara stumbled back, a gasp escaping her lips. "You… you do not deny it, then? You are the king's…" She could not bring herself to repeat the word.

A curt nod was her only response.

Alviara's composure momentarily shattered. Her eyes widened, and her hands flew to her mouth as she panted heavily.

A Soulbond? Impossible. They were the stuff of legends, whispers of a long-forgotten past. Mere myths, long since faded from existence.

Yet, as she studied the girl anew, free from the haze of lust that had previously clouded her vision, it did not seem so far-fetched.

The human possessed an otherworldly beauty befitting the destined mate of a king. A subtle strength in her delicate frame, and… a hidden fire smoldering beneath the surface of her silvery eyes. Dormant. Unexplored.

Not to mention the attraction she had witnessed between them. It burned like lava-untamed and fierce.

"Do you think he suspects?" the girl asked at last, breaking the silence.

Alviara shook her head slowly. "I doubt it. But then, who can truly know the workings of his mind?" She paused. "What is your name?"

"Emeriel."

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