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

Chapter 478: As she passed by one of the garden pathways, she paused. Her plants needed tending, and it had bothered her all day.

"The workers are taking care of it," she muttered to herself. "Stop worrying."

But it was no use.

Besides, what else was there to do than lie in bed and torment herself with memories of his sweet kisses all night? With a sigh, she detoured into the garden, picked up a watering can, and set to work. The world fell away, and the quiet rustle of leaves and the familiar scents soothed her.

Emeriel was so lost in her routine that she sensed the disturbance too late. A sharp whizzing sound split the air.

The watering can clattered to the ground, and with lightning-fast moves, she caught two of the incoming arrows, snatching them from the air.

But there had been three.

The third arrow struck her stomach.

Emeriel let out a choked gasp as a searing pain ripped through her. Son of a bitch.

Bringing one of the arrows to her nose, she sniffed. Poison.

Her unseen attacker had likely hoped they'd found their mark before turning and fleeing.

Her vision was already blurring.

Pain spread like wildfire, consuming her senses, but she fought to stay on her feet. I can't fall here.

This secluded garden would be her grave if she gave in. Her attacker would find her, helpless, and finish the job with more poisoned arrows.

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Must reach safety. Must… make it… out…

But her body grew heavier.

Her limbs no longer felt like her own, unresponsive, her strength fading. Is this the end?

If it was, Emeriel had one regret. Only one.

I should have stayed that night.

The memory of his touch burned in her mind, bittersweet and achingly vivid. I should have let myself feel his touch, just one last time.

Her strength gave out, and she fell to the ground. The world went black.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

"You're saying his wife was found dead in the dungeon?" King Daemonikai's lips pressed into a frown as he strode through the corridors, with Ottai and Wegai trailing behind him.

"Yes, Your Grace," Lord Ottai confirmed with a heavy sigh. "No obvious cause of death, either. They were slaves, so it could easily be attributed to overexertion."

"Overexertion didn't kill her before her husband's attempt-only after. Hmm." Daemonikai entered his private residence and settled into one of the high-backed chairs in the living room. "And what about the others?"

Ottai took the seat beside him. "Sadly, nothing concrete."

"Well, I'm recovered now," Daemonikai shrugged off his outer robe, folding the heavy fabric beside him. "If someone else is responsible, I hope they're reckless enough to try again soon. This time, they will not be so lucky."

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