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

Chapter 60: A slave has no business keeping secrets. A slave has no business keeping secrets.

Emeriel knew what the presentation to the court meant. They would be stripped, exposed, and used as entertainment for the lords and privileged. He had overheard whispers among the slaves about it, and the things they spoke of…

A wave of nausea rose in his throat at the thought of being laid bare, vulnerable, and used by several Urekai. The things they would discover.

Chills ran down his spine. So many problems, so few solutions. Lost in his thoughts, Emeriel went about his errands for the day.

A large hand grabbed him as he made his way to the market, jerking him forward and pulling him out of his reverie. He looked up to see Slave Master Boris glaring down at him. "Good day, Master Boris," Emeriel said, bowing his head.

"You haven't been to the inn in ages," Master Boris snarled angrily, tightening his grip on Emeriel's arm.

Emeriel winced but endured the pain, blinking innocently at the slave master. "I have not been assigned to the cellar, Master."

The Urekai ground his teeth in frustration, then finally released his grip and stepped back.

"Although the final decision lies with the assigner, slaves are allowed to make suggestions. When you're next assigned, you must suggest the cellar, slave prince. Am I clear?"

Not a chance in hell.

"Yes, Master." Emeriel bowed his head. He was beginning to recognize that look in Master Boris's eyes-the same look Lord Zaiper had when he stared at Aekeira: pure, unadulterated lust.

"I would sooner eat from a trash bin than suggest that."

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"Good." Slave Master Boris whirled around and continued on his way.

Emeriel found himself standing behind the drying ropes, hanging numerous wet garments one by one as murmurs filled the air, followed by the sounds of greetings indicating the approach of an aristocrat.

The long linens obstructed his view, preventing him from seeing who it was. When he emerged from behind the linens, he noticed the other slaves bowing deeply, and followed suit.

The luxurious gown of the aristocrat drew closer and closer until it stood right in front of him. Crack!

His ears rang as pain reverberated through his entire body from the slap across his face.

"Who do you think you are, that you fail to bow to me upon seeing me?" The venomous voice of the aristocrat was filled with anger.

"Forgive me, mistress. I did not see you in time due to the clothes on the drying ropes-"

Another slap landed on his cheek. "Excuses hold no weight with me. Where is the slave master in charge of this place!?" Her voice boomed with anger.

"Yes, mistress!" a distant voice responded. The sound of hurried footsteps grew closer, and the slave master knelt down. "I apologize for the disrespect, Mistress Sinai."

Mistress Sinai? Wasn't she the same woman with Lord Vladya the other day?

"Give him five lashes of the whip. Now!" she ordered.

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