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

Chapter 835 Chapter 835: Emeriel's back straightened as she tried to cover herself with trembling hands. "Princess, what should I...?" Emeriel slapped him hard. His head snapped to the side, the sound echoing through the walls. "But Princess..." he began. She struck him again, this time with the back of her hand, whipping his head in the opposite direction. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. A low growl rumbled from the overseer's throat, his eyes glowing an intense yellow as he glared at her.

Emeriel stepped closer, her face only inches from his. "Do something, I dare you." Behind her, the sound of swords being drawn filled the room as her three guards closed in. The overseer blinked, his beast receding, the yellow fading from his eyes. "No, go on. Summon your beast," she said angrily. "Oh, mighty predator who preys on defenseless girls!" She then turned to Amie, who trembled with tears streaming down her face. "Why didn't you tell me this was happening?" Her voice broke, not only with anger but with pain. "I'm sorry, Princess," Amie sobbed. "He warned me.

He said if I spoke, he would punish me even more..." "Seize him," Emeriel snapped to her guards. "Take him to the dungeons." She turned back to the overseer. "Good luck writing enough petitions for the court to care. Perhaps in a few months, they might even read one. Until then, you'll rot there." The overseer's eyes widened in disbelief as the two Urekai men froze in the doorway, stunned, yet wisely keeping their heads lowered. "But I haven't done anything wrong!" Kenta roared as the guards dragged him toward the door.

"I didn't even mount her!" That earned him another backhand from one of the soldiers before they hauled him away, leaving Emeriel with her remaining guard and Amie. More content now at gⱯlησvℯs․com Emeriel crossed the room, gathering the clothes scattered across the bed. With a gentler voice, she handed them over. "Put these on. Let's get out of here." Back in Frostfall, Madam Livia tended to the bruises on Amie's wrists and cheeks. . . .