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

Chapter 375: Why is it so hard to kill Emeriel? This was the fourth failed attempt.

Zaiper tipped his goblet back and drained what was left of his drink. Maybe it's for the best that she's leaving Urai.

EMERIEL

"Lord Vladya is avoiding me." Emeriel swiveled her head to look at Aekeira, who was working on her chest-bind. "Are you sure? I think he might be quite busy with everything that's going on."

Aekeira's shoulders slumped. "Perhaps."

Emeriel had never imagined witnessing such a transformation in Aekeira. She had gone from openly despising Lord Vladya to expressing genuine concern for him, checking in on him, willingly bloodfeeding him, and constantly worrying about his well-being. It was as unbelievable as it was surreal.

But if Aekeira saw something worth loving in Lord Vladya, Emeriel would support her every step of the way.

"Hey, it's going to be alright, Keira."

Aekeira gave a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I think it's okay if you want to dress in female garments now, Em. Your secret is out in the open."

"And everyone wants to kill me for it," Emeriel replied wryly. "I don't think it's wise to flaunt it when they still haven't adjusted. Plus, it just makes me uncomfortable."

"I understand." Aekeira finished securing the chest-bind and stepped back. "There. All done."

"Thanks." Emeriel dressed in her usual breeches and tunic.

"You have a visitor," a soldier's voice announced, making them both glance at the door. Emeriel wondered who it could be. "Are you dressed to receive?"

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"Yes, please."

The door opened and-

"Lord Herod!" Emeriel was already moving toward him. He smiled, opening his arms, and she barreled into them.

"It's so good to see you, little one." He patted her hair and pulled back to get a better look at her. "Are you alright?"

"I will be back, Ern." Aekeira grabbed her things, moving toward the door. "I have some errands to run."

Emeriel's lower lip wobbled. "You are worried about me? I have been dying to know how you are faring. I'm so sorry for dragging you into my mess. All week I've been worried sick."

"Please, do not let your beloved hear that," he said, amused.

"How can you still jest in a situation like this?" Emeriel studied his amused expression, noting the underlying sadness that hadn't been there before. Her heart sank. "What happened? Please don't brush it off. I want to know."

Lord Herod released a weary sigh. "I was stripped of my title as the lord of agriculture."

"What?" Emeriel stumbled back. "Because… because of me?"

"Do not beat yourself up over it. It was my doing. I knew what I was getting into when I looked the grand king in the eyes, lied, and played such a grand game of deceit. I know the laws of our land." He gave a small, tired smile. "Frankly, I expected to spend a month or two in the Hole, or maybe years in the dungeon. If there had been a public trial, the punishment would have been severe.

But as it stands, I only answered to the grand rulers, and instead of facing the humiliation of public punishment, I was allowed to resign. It's a fair punishment."

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