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

Chapter 652: The door swung open, and Lord Ottai stepped in, looking tense.

"How are things in here?" His gaze fell to Emeriel's motionless form on the floor.

"I stopped hearing her voice. Is she alright?"

Livia nodded. "For now, she is stable. She lost consciousness after a strong release. And out there?"

"Not pretty." Lord Ottai rubbed a hand over his face.

"Everyone except the bonded males has been affected by their scent-including my own head guard, who was supposed to help me hold the others back. Now, I rely on my bonded soldiers who are immune, but they are few."

"Do you think Lord Vladya and the King are near? Aekeira has gone into heatstroke. Emeriel's mini-heat is far worse than her previous ones. I am concerned."

Ottai's jaw tightened, saying nothing.

At last, he released a quiet, weary sigh.

"What I do know is, wherever they are… they must be doing everything within their power to get here. That's what I count on."

Voices drifted through the haze of Emeriel's mind as she stirred.

Daemon?

Her heart leapt, but as she listened more closely, she realized it was Lord Ottai and Madam Livia speaking in hushed tones nearby. Bracing herself for the pain, she slowly pushed upright. But thankfully, the agony had receded to a dull, throbbing ache.

"The princess is awake, Madame!" Amie's voice rang out as Emeriel blinked hard, clearing her vision.

Madam Livia was suddenly before her, cupping her face to check her temperature.

"How do you feel?"

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"Aekeira…" Croaking through her parched throat, Emeriel struggled to her feet, swaying as the room spun. Madam Livia was there to steady her.

"How is Aekeira…?" Emeriel asked.

"I need to know she's alright." The headmaid looked at her with regret.

"She is not doing well. She just got out of yet another heatstroke."

A sharp stab of pain shot through Emeriel's lower belly as she tried to straighten to her full height. Giving up, she stooped over, gritting her teeth, as she moved with determination to reach her sister.

Aekeira lay trembling on the floor, wracked with silent sobs. Slick with sweat, her taut nipples were red and raw from her own desperate attempts to find relief.

Hell, even this position hurts.

Sinking to her knees, Emeriel crawled the rest of the way.

"Keira…"

"Her body is rejecting all contact, Emeriel, be careful," Madam Livia said.

Paying her no heed, Emeriel brushed her fingers over her sister's arm.

"Keira, honey… I'm here. I'm right here."

With a strangled moan, Aekeira turned her head, leaning into Emeriel like a touch-starved kitten.

"Ern?" Her voice was the faintest whisper.

Tears spilled freely down Emeriel's cheeks as she pulled Aekeira into the crook of her arm.

"Yes, it is me."

Spreading her legs, Emeriel made space for Aekeira's trembling body to rest comfortably as she cradled her.

Weeping, clutching tightly to Emeriel's arm, her sister cried.

"I don't know h-how you survived this, Em." She winced between heavy breaths.

"I hurt everywhere. There is this fire… in my privates… that won't go out. And the more I touch it… the worse it burns."

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