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

Chapter 29: Nevertheless, she would do everything within her power to keep her sister away from that chamber.

Even if it meant being raped to death by a feral beast.

PRINCE EMERIEL

Emeriel carefully wiped the stained glass with a washcloth. He had been assigned to clean the fourth layer of the southern wing this morning and had been working on it for the past hour. Last night, Emeriel had dreamed of the king's beast. It was baffling.

He had never even seen the beast before, yet somehow, for some reason, it occupied Emeriel's thoughts. To the point of invading his dreams.

But why?

A question he had asked himself numerous times since morning, with no answer in sight.

As he diligently scrubbed the glass, he hummed to himself, running the cloth repeatedly until the dirt was wiped clean. Just as he was about to reach for his rinsing water, he heard voices growing closer.

"What about the land beyond Crystal Waters?" a feminine voice asked.

"It is not within my power to grant you that land, and you know it," Grand Lord Vladya said.

His tone was somewhat gentle, devoid of the usual hard edge Emeriel associated with that grand lord.

"But you are also a grand lord. Surely, you can make this happen without all those unnecessary stresses and lengthy processes?" the female whined, her tone filled with anger.

"It is not as simple as that. Everything that belonged to Daemonikai still belongs to him. Until he is officially declared dead, no one can touch his possessions or his will," Lord Vladya explained.

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Emeriel found it difficult to believe that the indulgent and patient tone he was hearing belonged to Grand Lord Vladya. It was a side of him that Emeriel had never witnessed before, nor did he think the grand lord was capable of.

Who is that woman?

Just then, both of them came into view.

Emeriel pretended to be engrossed in his cleaning task, though he could feel their eyes on him. Casually, he raised his head to acknowledge their presence, silently bowing before continuing his work.

"Who is that slave? I haven't seen that face before," the woman said, her footsteps echoing as she approached Emeriel. "Who are you?"

"He is a new slave I purchased some days ago. He belongs to the grand king," Grand Lord Vladya answered in a neutral tone.

"My Daemon?" The woman's perfect brows furrowed.

Emeriel felt a prickle of… something under his skin.

Not 'your' Daemon, he almost shouted.

Wait. What in the lights was wrong with him? Emeriel didn't care about these things.

"Oh, is he the sex slave you mentioned? The one you acquired for my Daemon's pleasure? To fulfill his beast's lust?" She paused, tilting her head as she surveyed Emeriel. "I thought you would get a female for that purpose."

A sex slave? Emeriel resented being labeled as such.

He took a thorough look at the female. She possessed the haughty demeanor of an aristocrat, adorned in an expensive and sophisticated gown with unique, beautiful designs unfamiliar to Emeriel.

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