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

Chapter 70: Having not yet familiarized himself with all the corridors and their destinations, he was taken aback when he discovered where the floor he was cleaning led to. He recognized the familiar paintings and the foreboding hallways. The fourth wing.

The forbidden chambers lay within that second hallway. Goosebumps prickled his arms.

Just clean that hallway as quickly as possible and be done with it. The sooner, the better.

Emeriel tightly grasped his broom, crafted from bundled twigs, and resumed his work. The bristles swept across the cold stones, stirring up clouds of dust. As he progressed, he used pieces of clothing to dust and clean as he went along. Upon reaching the forbidden chambers, he halted, noticing the absence of soldiers and trays of untouched food strewn across the floor.

Why is this place so deserted? It was morning, Grand Lord Vladya was in court, so there was no reason for the soldiers to be absent. Perhaps the beast had been relocated?

Emeriel couldn't resist. His legs moved instinctively until he arrived at the imposing metal gates. A gasp escaped him, and he took two steps back.

The oak door stood wide open, behind it, the beast's eyes locked onto Emeriel.

"I could leave," he whispered aloud. "I could depart from this hall and pretend I had already completed my cleaning."

Shaking his head, he surveyed his surroundings, and any hope of leaving vanished.

The two paintings hanging on the walls were coated in dust, and the stone wall required thorough wiping. The lion head at the end of the hallway appeared equally neglected. And the floor itself…

He nervously bit his lip, stealing another glance at the beast.

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It remained motionless, its gaze fixed on him. Its once lazy yellow eyes were now wide open.

Emeriel waited and waited, and when it became evident that the beast would not attack him, he started to relax and resumed his cleaning.

He intermittently stole glances at the beast. Apart from those piercing yellow eyes tracking his every move, there was no other movement.

It reached a point where Emeriel nearly forgot about the ferocious creature behind the gates and became engrossed in his work. The swishing of the broom and the occasional clink of metal against stone filled the air.

"What are you doing here, slave? Do you have a death wish?"

Emeriel's head snapped up to find a Urekai soldier standing before him, glaring.

"I was assigned to clean this hall."

"Foolish humans wanting to die," the soldier muttered under his breath. "Fine. But be quick and leave immediately."

Not a problem, you fool.

"Understood. What are these plates for?"

"Food for the grand king. Orders from the third ruler. Once he is finished in court, he will come to attend to it. Do not touch any of it."

Grand Lord Vladya feeds the beast?

"Why does he have to be present for the beast to eat? Can't the food be taken in, and let the creature devour it?" Emeriel was certain there was raw meat among the offerings it could enjoy.

"Sometimes the feral refuses to eat. A few soldiers have perished attempting to get it to feed." The soldier stared at Emeriel with authority. "Disregard the trays and focus on your duties, slave."

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