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

Chapter 83: A hand on her thigh released its strong grip. "She will go to my bed tonight."

That voice startled Aekeira, and she turned her head toward the source, despite the pain shooting through her scalp. Grand Lord Vladya's hard eyes bore into hers.

A shiver of dread ran through her body. The rage bottled up in his eyes terrified her. He would unleash that fury upon her, wouldn't he? He was the one who had spanked her body.

Suddenly, Grand Lord Zaiper seemed like a better choice to spend the night with. Grand Lord Vladya circled the table, approaching them, and held Grand Lord Zaiper's hand, lifting it away from Aekeira's hair, untangling his fingers.

Grand Lord Vladya then grasped her jaw and tilted her head forward, forcing her to look at him. "Tonight, you will be in my bed, Aekeira. I may not be the grand lord you desired… I may not be the one you broke the rules to strip for, but I am the grand lord you will get. And before this night is over, you will wish it had never happened."

Grand Lord Vladya released her and turned to face Grand Lord Zaiper, his face hard as stone. "Do you have any objections, Lord Zaiper?"

The anger he expected to see in Zaiper's eyes was absent. Instead, he looked smug, confirming Vladya's suspicion that Zaiper had chosen Aekeira tonight solely to spite him.

"No objections," Zaiper raised his hands in surrender, grinning. "You can have her tonight. You need the relaxation more than anyone else in this room. There is always another day." He turned to Aekeira, "Until next time, sweet little one."

Grand Lord Zaiper walked away, pausing to select three female slaves to accompany him as he left the court, his soldiers trailing behind him. Without sparing Aekeira a glance, Grand Lord Vladya also departed.

Aekeira rose, her legs unsteady, and took in her surroundings. Slaves danced, some engaged in sexual acts while others performed oral services. Aekeira wiped her teary eyes and blindly reached for her clothes.

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Someone pressed garments into her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, leading her away from the central gathering.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," Emeriel cried, his body shaking with remorse.

Aekeira shook her head, choosing to remain silent. She allowed Emeriel to guide her as they moved further away from the court, weeping softly.

EMERIEL

Emeriel had no idea where he was going, but he knew he wanted to be away from court. His heart broke with every tear that left Aekeira's eyes.

Finally, they reached a secluded area, and Emeriel enveloped her in his arms. "You were right, we have to escape from here. I will never forgive myself for what they did to you." Tears streamed down his face as he held his sister close.

"This was not your fault, Em. It was bound to happen," Aekeira sniffled. "Besides, you were right. If we get caught escaping, we will face death."

"Is death such a terrible alternative? Our lives are already miserable," Emeriel mused, catching himself and realizing his words only added to his sister's despair. "I'm sorry. Here, let me help you."

Emeriel took the clothes from her and assisted Aekeira in putting them on. For a while, silence hung between them.

Afterward, he used his palm to wipe his sister's tears, and Aekeira did the same to his.

"Come on, let's return inside before we face punishment. The ceremony is almost over," Emeriel suggested, managing a broad, tearful smile intended to lift Aekeira's spirits.

It worked, as Aekeira mirrored the expression with a watery smile of her own and softly agreed. "Okay." Emeriel took hold of her hand, and they began walking back.

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