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

Chapter 809 Chapter 809: He was willing to undergo ancient rites to forge an unnatural bond, just for the chance to belong to one another. The irony. Oh, the gods must be laughing. They must be having a great time with us. "Haven't we suffered enough?" Emeriel whispered, staring across the endless rows of crops. "Couldn't you have had compassion for us?" With a weary sigh, she closed her eyes. Just for a moment. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Fɪndηovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But the moment stretched on, and soon she was fast asleep beneath the soft whisper of the leaves and the distant hum of the workers. It was already late when she returned to the fortress, exhausted and with an aching back. Ugh. Sleep would do her good. But when wasn't she sleepy these days? She rubbed her lower back and looked down at her belly. "Look at the things you've put me through." Taking a deep breath, she opened the doors to her bedchamber- and froze. Five human servants stood in formation, bowing. A steaming bath waited in one corner, its fragrance gently filling the air.

They led her to the fragrant bath, washing her with swift efficiency. When she emerged from the water, they dried her with soft cloths and dressed her in a robe made of the finest blue silk. It was light as air against her skin, new, and carried a faint scent of something sweet and clean. "The Great King purchased this today for you, my lady," one of the women whispered confidentially with a secretive smile. Emeriel glowed, her cheeks growing even warmer. She sat in the chair they indicated, and they got to work-braiding her hair, securing jeweled pins among the dark strands.

"Where are we going?" she asked when they finally led her out of the building and into the courtyard. "It's a surprise, Princess," one of the girls said with an excited tone. . . .