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

Chapter 76: "I am not worried about myself. It is you I fear for. I am terrified of what will transpire in that court tomorrow." Silence enveloped them thereafter.

"Come now, everyone has departed. Let us bathe," Aekeira declared, extending her hand, which Emeriel accepted.

Together, they made their way towards the river.

Aekeira remained on high alert throughout their bath. Although Emeriel spent most of the time with his body submerged in the river, only his head above water, Aekeira positioned herself protectively, always shielding him from anyone's view. EMERIEL

They stood in front of the court, clad in the slaves' formal attire-a short, fitted dress that barely reached their knees.

Gathered on one side of the enormous court, their eyes fixed on the lords seated around the round table, a lavish feast spread before them.

The table was adorned with an abundance of flowers, and some lords had brought their own slaves, made to dine at their masters' feet, wearing unique collars around their necks.

Emeriel gazed at the Urekai Grand High Court, awestruck and horrified. He had never seen so many lords gathered before.

All dressed elegantly, yet their eyes held a glimmer of hatred and cruelty as they stared at the humans before them.

The herald announced the entrance of the grand lords, prompting everyone to stand and those already standing to straighten. The imposing doors swung open, and the trio entered.

Cloaked in their customary white garments, their flowing fabric exuded grace, adorned with gold embroideries, adding to their majestic appearance.

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The irony did not escape Emeriel. These males donned pristine white robes, yet their hearts were as dark as coal.

The grand kings took their seats on their thrones, followed by the crowd. As they settled, the esteemed Lord of Ceremonial Affairs stood, commanding attention as he addressed the high court.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we assemble not only for our customary banquet ceremony but also to mark the auspicious occasion of introducing and unveiling the new slaves the Urekai have acquired over the past year. This gathering is a testament to the continuity of our traditions and the expansion of our noble household. As we partake in this joyous event, let us celebrate the prosperity and growth of our realm."

Nods of agreement rippled through the crowd as the lord resumed his seat. Another lord rose to continue, and Emeriel's mind drifted. His nerves overwhelmed him, his mouth felt dry, and his palms were sweaty.

The binding cloth wrapped around his chest today was exceptionally tight, meant to really flatten his breasts under the single tunic that was not loose-fitting.

Aekeira's hand covered his. He looked at her, finding comfort in her nervous smile. Despite his fear for his sister's well-being, her presence beside him provided solace.

"Let the feast begin!" the voice announced, drawing Emeriel back to the present. Heads nodded in agreement, and applause filled the hall. Things seemed to be going well-so far, no one had summoned any slave. Perhaps it would only get better.

"You, you, and you," a lord's voice boomed, his finger pointing at three slaves simultaneously. "Strip." The slaves stepped forward and began to undress, and Emeriel swallowed his nervousness, his hands squeezing Aekeira's for support.

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