That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate

Chapter 58 EMERIEL

The air was filled with anticipation as the celebration of the bountiful harvest commenced. The hall, adorned with lavish decorations, overflowed with lords and the privileged class, indulging in an abundance of food and drink.

Outside, the common folk gathered in the arenas, reveling in the festivities. The fortress teemed with a joyful crowd, within the grand high court and throughout the compound.

Emeriel found himself serving drinks in the High Court alongside the other slaves who hadn't been introduced. Laughter and cheers filled the air as the joyous lords celebrated, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the grand kings. Lord Gaff, the overseer of Ceremonial Affairs, addressed the gathering while they clinked their glasses while some lords were already indulging in sexual acts with their slaves, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. This year's harvest may not have matched the abundance of the previous y enough. Let us drink to the prosperity of our realm while we await the arriva the crowd erupted in cheers, raising their glasses in unison. but it still provided us with more than

our grand lords," Lord Gaff announced, and

Emeriel tried to conceal his anxiety, which had been building since the gathering of the crowd and the commencement of the ceremony. He longed for all these to be over already.

His eyes sought out Lord Herod, who was smiling and enjoying a drink while engaged in conversation with another lord. Herod's slave sat dutifully at his feet.

*Slave, bring more wine!" a lord barked at Emeriel, interrupting his thoughts. He quickly obeyed the command, rushing off to fulfill the order.

If you avoid drawing too much attention to yourself, you should be fine. Blend in with the crowd. Mingle with the other slaves.

The pep talk wasn't helping much, but it aided in maintaining focus. He caught sight of Aekeira in her green garment, serving food at the far end of the court to the privileged families who had been invited to partake in the harvest celebration. The slaves who had been introduced were stationed in a different corner, clad in green attire, while Emeriel and the others like him donned red garments.

At least Ackeira would not be subjected to harm in the court today.

The familiar sound of trumpets signaled the arrival of the rulers, and a loud shout followed, "All rise for the arrival of our esteemed rulers. "His Majesty, Grand Lord Zaiper, the almighty second sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of Greyrock. The northern wings! "His Majesty, Grand Lord Vladya, the almighty third sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of Blackstone. The western wings! "His Majesty, Grand Lord Ottai, the almighty fourth sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of Mabblewood. The Eastern Wingst "All hail the grand rulers!"

Everyone in attendance performed a deep, full bow as the grand entrance opened and the rulers made their way in. Emerie! dutifully bowed along with the rest, joining in the chorus of "Allail the grand rulers."

"You may all rise," amounced Grand Lord Zalper after they hal ken their seats, and everyone straightened up. The lords.

sat down, and the slaves resumed their duties.

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The grand the lords, others belonging to the grand lords, and amongst them were bloodhosts.

the lord. Ice opened once again, and the mistresses paraded in. There were at least ten of them, some daughters of

Emeriel recognized one amongst them-Mistress Sinai. the bloodhost to Grand King Daemonikai. She was the lady who had ordered him to be whipped.

As if on cue, Mistress Sinai's gaze locked onto Emeriel, glaring at him with intensity.

Emeriel averted his eyes. He didn't know why the mistress seemed to hate him, but the feeling was very mutual; Emeriel didn't like her either.

Nevertheless, it was best to avoid her completely, and steer clear of her path.

"You're such a pretty boy," remarked one of the lords when Emeriel dropped off some orders. The lord's large hand cupped his buttock and squeezed.

Like all the other slaves, Emeriel tried not to react. Hastily, he placed the hand could wander any further.

down and moved away before the lord's

A few feet away, Emeriel stopped as Arang, one of the male slaves, was being ordered to his knees, before the lord proceeded to stuff the slave's mouth with his sex organ.

Another lord glanced meaningfully at Emeriel and smirked. "That's what pretty boys are made for."

Emeriel swallowed hard, feeling a surge of fear, and quickly hurried away, before that lord decided to use him the same way. When he returned with the wine he had been ordered to deliver he dropped it on the table and turned to leave. "Hey, pretty boy. Come here, a voice commanded.

Emeriel froze, his hand clutching his doublet tightly. It was the same lord Emeriel thought he had escaped.

He could choose to keep walking, pretend he hadn't heard anything, but that would be unwise. The lord would likely persist. drawing the unwanted attention of other lords to Emeriel.

Reluctantly, Emeriel turned and walked toward the lord, keeping his head lowered. However, a large figure suddenly blocked his path.

"I chose you first. What are you doing serving drinks when you should be serving me?" a deep voice growled, low enough not to interrupt the political discussions but loud enough for the other lord to hear. Emeriel glanced up and saw Lord Herod.

Relief washed over him, almost causing his knees to buckle. He forced himself to remain composed, not wanting to reveal his familiarity with Lord Herod. Lowering his head again, Emeriel spoke, "I apologize, my lord." Lord Herod firmly grabbed his arm and led him away, back to his seat at the roundtable

Emeriel sat on the floor at Lord Herod's left, while his slave sat at his right, both heads lowered like dutiful servants awaiting their master's command.

"I want to

cially announce my intention to eliminate the feral beast of our grand king," Grand Lond Zalper declared, drawing Emericl's attention back to the court 16:55 Sat, Dec 28 GO

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Some lords instantly spat out their drinks.noveldrama

Spoons hung mid-air, and those intending to take a sip froze with gaping mouths.

Even the lords getting all kinds of oral pleasures from slaves stilled.

All

eyes turned to Grand Lord Zaiper, and the court fell into a sudden hush. But the silence was short-lived as murmurs began to ripple through the crowd. Slowly at first, before escalating into a cacophony of voices. "Order in the court! Order in the court!" one of the court officials shouted, but the noise only intensified.

"Quiet, everyone," Grand Lord Zaiper commanded. The murmurs didn't cease immediately, as they would have if it were Grand Lord Vladya's orders. But gradually, it died down and Grand Lord Zaiper rose to address the court.

ot of thought. For the safety of our events months ago when Grand King

"I understand that most of us here did not expect to hear this, but I have give people, I believe it would be best to eliminate the feral beast. We all witnessed Daemonikai's beast broke free and went on a rampage, causing devastation. On that night, we lost forty of our own. Regrettably, it was not the first incident over the years.

Taming Daemonikai would not have wanted this. To kill the same people he fought to protect for thousands of

king is gone forever, and his beast must follow suit

years.

The court remained eerily silent.

The once festive atmosphere had transformed into one of sadness and melancholy. Some males swallowed hard, while some females were on the verge of tears.

Grand Lord Zaiper wore a saddened expression as he continued. I understand that we may not feel prepared for this, but it has been five centuries. The truth is, we will never be fully prepared. And that is okay. We owe it to our great king to allow him to rest peacefully with our ancestors. For five hundred years, he has suffered, trapped between worlds. He has not takery physical form since he ran wild, and his mind is long gone. Yet, we keep him here, Causing him pain. Torturing him. He deserves better. He deserves to rest." For some reason, Emeriel felt his heart constricting, as a profound sadness settled within him. He couldn't fathom why.

Killing the beast is a good idea, right?

His sister would no longer endure the excruciating pain of being mounted by the beast, and his own mind and body would stop playing tricks on him.

Even if he somehow belonged to that beast, its death would finally lay his strange feelings to rest, and eventually, he would stop thinking about the feral. So, the beast's death should bring him relief, shouldn't it?

So why did he feel such anguish in his chest? Like someone was shredding his heart.

Why did he feel on the verge of tears?

Grand Lord Zaiper continued, "He served us dutifully during his reign as our king. Now it is our turn to serve him and help him find peace. Let us end his suffering." VLADYA

Grand Lord Vladya felt a sickening sensation in his stomach. Tigheart was burned, as if someone had buried a sword in it and simply walked away, 1655 Sat, Dec 28 GD.

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