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

Chapter 836 Chapter 836: Fortunately, the slave master hadn't gone any further. For that, Emeriel was grateful. Amie kept thanking her. She repeated her gratitude over and over like a chant on the screen, and when it was time to rest, she refused. "No, I really want to go shopping with you, Princess." Amie smiled brightly, wincing in pain as she touched her cheeks. "I've been looking forward to it. I don't want to rest. I'm fine. Really.

Please, don't make me stay behind." Emeriel wasn't sure what made her feel worse: the ease with which Amie had pushed aside what had just happened, or the realization that this wasn't the worst thing she had endured. In the end, Emeriel gave in with a sigh of defeat. "Alright. Let's go." The shopping trip took longer than expected, and the sky was beginning to warm with the golden hues of the sunset when they returned. Lord Herodis would be arriving soon, if he wasn't already inside the fortress. "Has the former Lord of Agriculture arrived?" she asked one of the guards stationed at the gate.

Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Yes, Princess. He passed by here not long ago, on his way to the Court of Duty." Emeriel quickened her pace, Amie following closely behind, hoping to catch him before he entered the grand hall. She ran down the west corridor toward the main hall. As she rounded the last corner, she saw him, dressed in formal attire, walking toward the court doors. "Lord Herodis!" she called out. He turned at the sound of her voice and smiled, raising a hand in greeting.

"My young friend!" gⱯlnσνs․оm hosts thrilling adventures She returned the smile, took a step forward, and then paused. The strange colors had returned. Only this time... they floated beside her. A sharp inhalation was heard behind her. Emeriel turned. Amie stood rigid, her eyes wide and fixed on Lord Herodis. The same impossible swirl of nameless hues shimmered around her-five distinct colors, twisting and blending in the air. The same mix surrounded them both. Emeriel blinked. She looked between the two of them, then at each one. Something heavy and charged was happening there.

Lord Herodis was staring at Amie, both curious and paralyzed. And Amie seemed unable to look away either. Emeriel's voice was calm. "Amie... are you alright?" The girl jolted, understanding, her cheeks flushed. "S-sorry, Princess." Lord Herodis closed the distance, finally pulling his gaze away from Amie to look at Emeriel. His warm smile returned as he embraced her. "There's my dear friend. How are you today?" . . .