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

Chapter 411: This was a far cry from the meek, little male slave who had always tried to blend into the background. This Emeriel commanded attention. Her presence radiated an aura of power and authority. Confidence. She walked with her shoulders high, her head held even higher, as if she owned the very fortress itself. Behind her, Wegai stood in his brooding, protective glory, along with two other soldiers.

Sinai. Hated. Her. So. Much.

Emeriel's steps faltered when she saw Sinai, and that, at least, brought satisfaction to the mistress. Yes, little bunny, be afraid. You have every reason to be.

But Emeriel showed no fear. Her face remained indifferent as she resumed her pace, heading straight toward Sinai.

"Look what the cat dragged back in," Sinai sneered. "It's the filthy slave. The lying, deceitful slave. How dare you show your face here again? It's a wonder no one has put two claws through your eyes by now."

Emeriel stopped beside her. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, meeting Sinai's gaze with a cold, condescending look.

Her eyes flicked over Sinai from head to toe, dismissing her as though she were nothing more than a bothersome fly not even worth swatting, and continued on her way. No words were said to Sinai.

No acknowledgment.

Nothing.

Emeriel merely eyed her and kept walking.

What the hell?

The mistress scoffed, stunned. Did Emeriel just… dismiss me?

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She had.

Emeriel had looked at her, looked through her, and decided Sinai was not worth her time.

And it enraged Sinai to the core.

She lunged, grabbed a fistful of Emeriel's hair, and yanked. Fulfillment flooded her when she heard the other woman yelp in surprise. Finally, a reaction.

But before she could savor the moment, Wegai stepped in, gripping Sinai's wrist firmly.

"How dare you walk away while I'm speaking to you!" Sinai shrieked in rage as Wegai carefully disentangled Emeriel's hair from her fingers.

"You dare to dismiss me!?"

Emeriel smoothed her hair, composed. Her expression remained infuriatingly calm.

Sinai seethed. Where did this newfound poise come from? Where was the fear? Where was the cowering?

Had this girl spent so much time with Daemonikai that she had adopted this annoying, imperturbable behavior of his?

Her fury burned hotter. "You think because you're no longer a slave you have the right to waltz around here dressed like that? You are no better than the rats that scamper in the sewers! How dare you come back here?"

Wegai moved, but Emeriel signaled him not to. Instead, Emeriel stepped closer… into Sinai's personal space, and met Sinai's gaze with cool detachment.

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