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

Chapter 786: "But Princess-" he began.

She struck him again, backhanded this time, snapping his head in the opposite direction.

A low growl rumbled from the slavemaster's throat, his eyes flaring yellow as he glared at her.

Emeriel stepped in close, her face inches from his. "Do something. I dare you."

Behind her, the sound of swords being drawn filled the room as her three bodyguards closed in.

The slavemaster blinked, his beast receding, the yellow draining from his eyes.

"No, go on. Summon your beast," she said angrily.

"Oh, mighty predator who likes to prey on powerless girls."

Then she turned to Amie, who stood trembling, tears streaking her face.

"Why didn't you tell me this was happening?"

She was not just angry, but hurt.

"I'm sorry, Princess," Amie sobbed. "He warned me. Said if I spoke, he'd punish me worse-"

"Seize him," Emeriel snapped to her guards. "Take him to the dungeons."

She turned back to the slavemaster.

"Good luck writing enough petitions to earn the court's interest. Maybe in a few months they'll even read one. Until then, you'll rot in there."

The slavemaster's eyes widened in disbelief as the two Urekai males stood motionless at the door, stunned, but wisely kept their heads down.

"But I've done nothing wrong!" Kenta bellowed, guards dragging him toward the door.

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"I haven't even mounted her yet!"

That earned him another backhanded blow from one of the soldiers before they marched him out, leaving Emeriel with her remaining guard and Amie.

Emeriel crossed the room, gathering the discarded clothes from the bed. With a softer voice, she handed them to her.

"Put these on. Let's get out of here."

Back at Frostfall, Madam Livia tended to the bruises on Amie's wrists and cheeks. Thankfully, the slavemaster hadn't taken things any further. For that, at least, Emeriel was grateful.

Amie wouldn't stop thanking her. Over and over, she repeated her gratitude like a rhyme on repeat, and when it came time to rest, she refused.

"No, I really want to go shopping with you, Princess." Amie smiled brightly, wincing from the ache in her cheeks.

"I've been looking forward to it. I don't want to rest. I'm fine. Truly. Please, don't make me stay behind."

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