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

Chapter 395: "They were better when the ladies were here," Wegai continued. "They might not have shown it, but our masters cared for the slave princesses. They are an essential part of all of this. We should have never let them send them away."

Yaz cast a sideways glance at him. "You say that as if we could have done anything about it. You are forgetting something vital. Those ladies were freed. They are no longer slaves. The first time they were brought here, they had no choice in the matter. No human returns to Urai of their own free will, especially not ones who suffered as much as the slave princesses did."

Wegai fell silent.

"Your master's female had it worse," Yaz finally muttered. "During her last days here, our people tried to kill her. Everyone hated her. She had to be surrounded by troops to leave the city safely." "That was two years ago. Things are different now. Our people have more to worry about, like their daily bread." Wegai turned to face him. "We have to do this, Yaz. We have to try. Yes, it may not go well, there may be challenges, but we do not run from fights."

He extended a hand. "What do you say, head soldier of Blackstone? Are you in?"

Yaz met his gaze, resolve in his eyes. He clasped Wegai's hand in a firm grip. "I am."

PRINCESS EMERIEL

Three days later.

After morning training, Emeriel freshened up quickly before making her way to the breakfast table. Her muscles still ached, but she welcomed the burn. It was the only thing that felt real these days.

The large wooden doors creaked as she entered the dining hall. Aekeira was the only one seated, sipping from her cup.

"You're here, Em, take a seat," Aekeira said warmly, gesturing to the chair beside her.

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Emeriel's jaw clenched, resisting the urge to lash out. It wasn't Aekeira's fault that the name she'd called her all her life now stirred memories of slavery and Urai.

"Where is the king and Daviel?" Emeriel asked in a clipped voice as she sank into the seat.

"The king had an early court session, I think. And the prince?" Aekeira gave a half-hearted shrug. "He's probably still in bed."

They ate in silence. The food tasted like sawdust, but Emeriel forced herself to swallow. Everything tasted like ash these days.

As they were about to leave, the door opened. King Orestus strode in, his guards flanking him.

"Is everything alright, Your Majesty?" Aekeira inquired, her brow furrowed.

The king hesitated. His hand twitched at his side as he looked at Emeriel before shifting his gaze to Aekeira.

The tyrant king ruled with an iron fist, but he rarely looked this… anxious. Something was wrong.

"Emeriel, Aekeira," he cleared his throat, "I hope you weren't… uh… upset about, you know, what happened in my study the other day?"

"About the letters?" Aekeira was bewildered.

"No, not the letters," Orestus shifted awkwardly. "The part where I lost my… um… temper. I want to apologize for that. About… saying I would crucify you for the secrets you hide… I didn't mean it."

Emeriel's patience snapped. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"

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