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

Chapter 67: Emeriel had never felt such relief. He glared at the door as he wiped his mouth clean.

The door swung open, and Amie entered. "Are you alright, Prince Emeriel?"

"Could you please not call me that?" Emeriel snapped angrily.

"Sorry," Amie lowered her head, chagrined. "It's a habit, and I'll w-work on it." "Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's not your fault. It's just…" Emeriel shook his head, his shaking hand smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes.

"It's alright, I understand. I'm not even of royal lineage, and yet sometimes I feel that anger too. After they hurt you, force themselves upon you, you try to plead, but they laugh. Because you're a plaything, you're not supposed to beg." Amie's voice trembled with emotion as she spoke.

"After that feeling of utter helplessness comes the anger. All-consuming. Overwhelming." She understands.

The fact that someone understood brought tears to Emeriel's eyes. Impulsively, he pulled Amie into a hug, and the girl's arms wrapped around him. "I'm sorry. And thank you, Amie."

"It's alright, Prin-Emeriel. It's alright. I understand more than you think," the girl murmured.

When Emeriel withdrew from the embrace, he tried to hide his fear. Back in Navia, he was not so easily overcome by fear.

Perhaps it was because, although Navia was equally dreadful, it was somewhat better. There, he could fight. He could defend himself. But here, he was as physically weak as his circumstances.

Struggling to quell the fear inside him, he ran his hands through his disheveled hair. That was a close call. Too close.

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Emeriel swallowed tightly. He was so tired.

All of a sudden, the urge to see Aekiera became a living thing inside him. He needed to see his sister. To ensure she was alright.

When their day's work finally came to an end, Emeriel and Amie walked together into the fortress. They parted ways at the slaves' quarters, and Emeriel set off to find his sister.

Although Aekiera had been assigned to work within the fortress, her status as the beast's sex slave remained unchanged. Therefore, she still had her chambers in the main area.

Emeriel opened the door to her bedchamber to find Aekiera in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. Her head snapped toward the door when it opened, and relief filled her eyes.

"Em!" she exclaimed, rushing toward him. Emeriel met her halfway, and they embraced passionately.

"I've been worried sick. It's been over a week." Emeriel pulled back and scrutinized his elder sister, searching for any signs of bruises or harm.

"I've been worried too, Em. I've tried to make a conscious effort to visit, but I always end up so exhausted by the end of the long days that I fall asleep as soon as-"

"My head touches the bed." Aekiera looked guilty, but Emeriel understood. Most days were like that for him as well. "How are you doing, Keira? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Fetching water and emptying basins have their advantages. They keep you so busy that the slave masters don't get the chance to act on whatever wicked thoughts they have. It's an advantage that comes in handy." Aekiera settled back into her chair, and Emeriel stood behind her, taking the brush from her and gently running it through her blond locks.

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