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

Chapter 85: "But I could remain here and-"

"No, Emeriel." Madam Livia shook her head. "Return to your quarters and get some sleep. Trying to stay awake and beating yourself to the point of exhaustion will not help your sister. You are only making matters more difficult for her," Madam Livia admonished.

Her voice then took on a sterner tone, one she employed to ensure the maids fulfilled their duties throughout the palace. "To your quarters, Emeriel. And don't let me catch you anywhere else tonight." And so, he had complied.

Emeriel was restless within his quarters, unable to find comfort in that secluded part of the fortress. He felt utterly cut off from his sister, particularly on a night such as this. However, being commanded to sleep was a far cry from actually being able to fall asleep. Emeriel did not even try too hard; he was too worried, too restless, and his heart felt burdened.

An hour later, Emeriel rose from bed, gingerly opened the door, and ventured out of his quarters. He longed for solitude and companionship.

He wanted quietness, not to be disturbed, but at the same time, he did not want to be alone.

Before he knew it, his feet guided him to the only place in the entire fortress he could be alone without being disturbed.

Emeriel could not fathom where he had summoned the courage from or when he had acquired such a willingness to court danger, but he found himself journeying alone towards the forbidden chambers.

Upon arriving, Emeriel was relieved to see that the soldiers were not stationed at their posts. The hallway was deserted, but unlike a few days ago, the oak door was now firmly locked.

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Emeriel sank to the ground against the metal gates and began to weep.

No sound emerged from inside, but Emeriel knew in his heart that the beast was there, listening without comprehending.

Yet in that moment, he didn't care. Emeriel just needed to unburden himself.

"Now, thinking about it further, I begin to believe that it might not be so terrible if you were to end my life," Emeriel whispered softly, his voice trembling. "Perhaps death would be more bearable?"

He sighed, tears flowing down his face. "They hurt my sister in that court, and it was not enough. And now, he wants to hurt her again, all through the night."

"And it does not end there. Before the fourth night is over, I have to meet with a lord, otherwise, he won't keep my secrets. As if that is not enough, soon today will repeat itself all over again. Another introduction of slaves." Emeriel laid his cheek on the cold ground, sobbing.

"I do not think I've had a peaceful night's sleep since we were brought here, your highness. For I live in constant fear. Fear of discovery. Fear of being beaten. Subjugated. Fear of being treated like an animal. I know not what else to do, grand king." His breath quivered upon the frigid ground as he tried to suppress his sobs.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Grand Lord Vladya strode through the labyrinthine corridors that led toward his domain.

Following the Retaliation War, he had acquired many human slaves, but he never took any of them to his bed. His loathing was so intense that he feared if he did, he might unleash on the female-killing her faster than a feral beast kills its prey.

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