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

Chapter 314: Em whimpered. "Don't touch me. It hurts."

"Sorry, sorry." Aekeira pulled away but remained close, worry etched on her face. "How do you feel? You look ill."

"Just very tired." Em's face contorted in discomfort. She parted her legs slightly, letting out a long, pained moan as a whitish fluid began to seep out from-

Aekeira's cheeks flushed. Oh. Is that why Em's belly was swollen, like a woman newly with child?

Finally, Em slumped forward, the towel beneath her soaked. Concern far outweighed Aekeira's embarrassment. "Is it supposed to be like this?"

Em managed a weak nod.

"Do I need to change your towel?"

"Not yet." Em settled back onto the bed, her breath shallow.

"I'll be back." Aekeira rose, hurriedly filling a bowl with water from the nearby pitcher and fetching a washcloth. Returning to Em's side, she dipped the cloth in the water and began to gently clean her sister. Em's skin was burning hot, and Aekeira took care to avoid direct contact, making sure only the washcloth touched her body.

Em drifted in and out of sleep, occasionally wincing or moaning in pain. Aekeira's throat tightened, fighting back tears as she ran the wet cloth over Em's arm, down her chest, and over her ribs. Her sister was clearly suffering.

Em stirred restlessly, murmuring incoherent words.

"What did you say?" Aekeira leaned closer, straining to hear.

"I want him," Em cried, a tear slipping down her cheek. "My Beloved."

"He's needed in court, Em. I'm sure he would be here if he could," Aekeira lied gently, hoping to soothe her.

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Em nodded, then let out another pained sound as more fluid leaked from her parted legs. Aekeira replaced the soaked towel with a fresh one. Eventually, she breathed a sigh of relief as Em's breathing evened out in sleep.

The door creaked open. "How is she?" Lord Herod entered, his voice hushed.

"She just fell asleep." Aekeira drew the sheet over Em's form, brushing away a tear. She looked at Lord Herod with concern. "Is it always like this?"

He nodded solemnly. "Sometimes worse, sometimes better. It's the nature of the heat. She'll recover. Don't worry too much."

"But why does it happen this way?"

He paused at the foot of the bed, considering his words. "During heat, a female experiences extreme lust and unnatural stamina to endure three days of continuous coupling. Something entirely impossible outside of heat. Any harm that comes during that time, she won't feel, due to the overwhelming arousal. It's like being dosed with a powerful drug, but now it's wearing off."

"Beloved…" Em murmured in her sleep, shifting restlessly, her face contorted.

Aekeira hesitated, dread creeping in. "About the grand king… He spent three days with her in this state. Do you think he's realized that Em… that Em is his…"

"I don't know, child. Let's hope not," Lord Herod sighed. "We had a visitor last night-the Werewolf King and his entourage. They waited for the grand king, even after the grand lords tried to receive them. It's a matter of importance. The grand king will be occupied for some time, perhaps even journeying to Furx."

"The werewolf kingdom?" Aekeira echoed.

"Yes. We are allies. Recently, important matters have arisen between our kingdoms. The point is, he'll be very busy for a while."

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