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

Chapter 465: Even if Prince Roland had learned the secrets of the Great Mountains and their passage rites from the grand king's youngest, how had they navigated with such accuracy and speed, arriving in Urai just in time for the massacre?

The journey from the human lands to Urai took three days, while the Urekai's night of weakness under the eclipse moon lasted only twelve hours. How had they achieved such impeccable timing without setbacks or assistance?

And what of the stolen magical relic that could have protected the Urekai, granting them strength to fight back?

Too many questions that needed- "Princess, His Majesty summons you," a guard's voice announced behind her.

Emeriel swiveled her head, a slight frown on her face. "Which of them?"

"His Majesty the First, the mighty and supreme sovereign ruler of Urai, His Grace, Grand King Daemonikai."

"A simple 'the first ruler' would have sufficed," Emeriel huffed, even as her stomach flipped over, her heartbeat quickening.

Suddenly, she went from brooding to feeling very much alive.

Deities, I have it bad. Like, really bad.

She did a mental check for their bond. Nope, still dormant. These feelings were all her.

Emeriel was led to the grand king's study, where her presence was formally announced.

"Come in," came the deep voice from inside.

Emeriel entered, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she braced herself before finally turning, her eyes settling on him.

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Like frost over a windowpane, a shiver of awareness spread through her.

Her traitorous body reacted instantly, sending a clear message: Hey, look, it's our sexy-as-hell beloved.

Needless to say, every nerve in her body was in a state of disarray.

Her legs wanted to move toward him.

Her hand itched to reach out and touch his neatly styled black hair, then trail over the white strands.

Her lips longed to move closer to his, to brush against them in the guise of an accident.

Her tongue wished to go on an adventure inside his mouth.

And her behind shamelessly wanted to sit on those strong thighs again.

Yeah, she was pathetic like that.

Even "bad" didn't begin to cover how bad she had it for this male.

"You summoned me, Your Grace?" Special thanks to her voice for remaining strong in these hard times, when every other part of her quaked.

"I did," he gave her a tired smile. "How do you fare, prettiest beloved?"

No one had yet answered her question of "What alternate universe did I fall into?"

Not that Emeriel planned to stop asking until she received a reasonable answer.

"Marvelous, Your Majesty," she said coolly. "To what do I owe this summon?"

"I heard you are quite skilled with numbers," he gestured toward a stack of scrolls piled high on his desk. "I was hoping you could assist me with these. There's so much to catch up on, and it's expected after such a long break, but… heavens, I could use the help."

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