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

Chapter 352: "Emeriel is a girl?" another high lord added in confusion.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Murmurs rose from the gathered people, those at the back straining to see, their voices growing louder. But the soldiers quickly formed a protective barrier, keeping them at bay.

Grand Lord Zaiper stepped forward, his expression grave. "What is going on here, Your Grace? Emeriel is female?"

Not that grand lord. Emeriel could practically see her life flashing before her eyes. Her breath hitched, and tears welled up as she pressed herself tightly into King Daemonikai's wide back. "Step away from the grand king and face the council, you foolish human," Lord Zaiper barked, his voice sharp like a whip crack. "You have to answer to us. Hope to your gods that we have misunderstood a chest, perhaps swollen from bruises, for feminine breasts. For if they are truly what they seem, this gathering will be your last!"

Emeriel whimpered, clinging to the grand king's back as if her life depended on it. He still hadn't uttered a word.

The murmurs swelled into angry roars. The high lords, their faces contorted in shock, anger, and disgust, muttered amongst themselves, shaking their heads.

"But how could you deceive an entire elite council of Urekai?" a voice demanded, probably another high lord, though Emeriel couldn't see who it was from where she hid.

"Say something, Your Grace," another high lord's voice, this one demanding, echoed through the courtyard.

Why can't I ever catch a break? All Emeriel had wanted was a few moments of respite after a brutal heat and an even more brutal recovery. She had planned to sneak back into the fortress unnoticed, blend in as she always did, and collapse into sleep before the next round of duties began. Was that so wrong? Was that too much to ask? Why, of all days, did it have to happen today? When she could barely muster the strength to speak, let alone plead, apologize, or explain. All her energy had been drained from her, and now she felt like a hollow shell, with nothing left to give.

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Overwhelmed, she buried her face against the grand king's back, soaking his robes with her tears. She waited for the inevitable. Waited for him to pull away. To hand her over to the vultures that encircled them, eager for her blood.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

An unexpected emotion crawled up inside Vladya as he watched the girl's fingers tighten around Daemonikai's robes. Pity.

Was she even aware of how desperately she clutched him, as if he were her only lifeline? Did she realize that she was hiding behind a tornado to shield herself from the storm?

The very person she should fear the most was the one she held onto for protection.

Daemonikai had not said a word. To everyone else, his face was expressionless, impassive. But Vladya had known the male for centuries; he saw the fury simmering just beneath the surface.

Daemonikai was pissed as hell at Emeriel.

"Do you not have a mouth, you deceitful human? Start talking!" Zaiper's voice boomed, his anger barely contained.

"He should come out and face us first. We need to see his face," Jakal added coldly. "Human, leave our king's back and go stand at the center."

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