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

Chapter 53: A loud shout pierced the air.

"All hail His Majesty the Second! The second sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of the northern wings. All hail Grand Lord Zaiper!"

Madam Livia's eyes widened comically as she whispered sharply, "Bow your heads, both of you." Immediately, her own head was almost touching the floor in a deep upper-body bow.

Without hesitation, Emeriel and Aekeira followed her lead, their bodies bending into a deep bow. Despite the discomfort it caused, Emeriel ignored the soreness in his muscles. "Rise," a deep voice commanded.

As Emeriel straightened up, he finally gazed upon the infamous Lord Zaiper. He… didn't look like the monster they claimed he was. But then again, monsters rarely do. He appeared just as young and handsome as Lord Ottai and Lord Vladya, radiating masculinity and intimidation. Lord Zaiper casually stopped at the center of the chambers and crossed his arms, his scrutinizing gaze locking onto Emeriel and his sister.

"So, you two are the human slaves Vladya acquired?"

"Yes, Your Highness. My name is Aekeira, and this is my brother, Emeriel," Aekeira responded meekly.

"Such beautiful creatures. Are all royals as lovely, or are you two the exceptions?" Lord Zaiper remarked, catching them off guard. They exchanged glances and swallowed tightly, remaining silent.

"I expect to hear words," Lord Zaiper pressed, his eyes darkening as he focused on Aekeira.

"We do not know, Your Highness," Emeriel quickly interjected, redirecting Lord Zaiper's attention to himself.

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"Interesting. Perhaps I should acquire all the human royals to judge their beauty for myself." He tilted his head, seeming to genuinely consider the idea before refocusing his gaze on Emeriel. "You are the one the beast mounted last night."

Emeriel noticed the barely concealed resentment with which Lord Zaiper spat out "the beast."

"Yes, my Lord."

"How in Tartarus are you still alive?" Lord Zaiper furrowed his brows, sparing a glance at Aekeira. "You were mounted before him, how are both of you still alive?"

You would wish us to die, would you not?

"We do not know, my Lord," Emeriel said.

An uncomfortable silence, filled with tension, ensued.

Then, Lord Zaiper locked eyes with Emeriel. "Undress."

AEKEIRA

Aekeira's heart skipped several beats, and panic flashed in Emeriel's eyes as they met his. Emeriel adjusted himself on the bed, fingers trembling as he reached for the hem of his tunic.

"Not you." Lord Zaiper's gaze shifted from Emeriel to rest upon Aekeira. "You. Rise and undress for me."

Relief rushed through Aekeira. Thank the gods, it was not Em. She rose and began to undress, her movements tense. Completely naked before Lord Zaiper, he closed the distance between them, his eyes scrutinizing her body intently.

His gaze lingered on her plump breasts, then lowered to her flat belly before settling on her most intimate area. "Mmh. Beautiful," Lord Zaiper remarked. His hand moved to her womanhood, palming her.

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