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

Chapter 603: After them, Lord Ottai's bondmate entered, moving with an elegance that belied her concern. She carried a bundle of fresh roses, their fragrance filling the room as she arranged them in a vase on the bedside table. "These should brighten your day, dear," she said with a soft smile. "It's so good to see you recovering."

Emeriel's heart warmed at the gesture. "Thank you, my lady."

As evening fell, the visitors trickled out one by one, leaving the room quiet once more.

Emeriel lay propped up against a mound of pillows. Her body was sore, but her mind had finally found peace. Aekeira sat beside her on the edge of the bed, cradling a small bowl of steaming broth in her hands.

"I told you, I've had enough," Emeriel sighed.

"You haven't eaten properly in days," Aekeira dipped the wooden spoon into the chicken broth and brought it to her lips. "Try to eat some more."

"Aekeira…" Emeriel groaned, sinking back into her pillows. "At this rate, I will be-"

"You should," Aekeira said gently. "You have lost weight." She nudged the spoon closer. "Here, just a little more."

Resigned, Emeriel parted her lips.

Her sister tilted the spoon carefully, letting the warm liquid glide into her mouth. "There."

Aekeira kept feeding her until the bowl was empty. Only then did she set it aside with a satisfied nod.

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"So, what's going on between you and Lord Vladya?" Emeriel asked.

Aekeira's hand hovered over the dishes she had begun gathering.

"Nothing," she said tightly.

"Aekeira…"

She resumed the work, her hands moving jerkily. The dishes clattered loudly as she stacked them.

"He should have never allowed it to happen," Aekeira blurted. "He could have stopped it. He could have ensured none of this happened, but he didn't."

"You know you cannot blame him for this," Emeriel said. "I made the decision on my own and made him promise me. Their word is their bond, you know this."

"As if that wasn't enough, he had Lord Ottai drug me through the night," Aekeira spat, angry and hurt. The dishes clattered again as she packed them furiously.

Emeriel exhaled. "He did it to spare you that pain. You know it was for your own good. If he hadn't done it, you would have tried everything to rescue me… and you could have gotten yourself seriously hurt."

Aekeira pursed her lips, her body rigid as she stood with the stack of dishes in her hands. Without saying anything, she walked to the door, opened it, and called for one of the maids.

Emeriel waited patiently as she handed the dishes over and spoke quietly to the maid.

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