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

Chapter 787:

Emeriel didn’t know what made her feel worse—how easily Amie had brushed aside what had just happened, or the realization that this wasn’t the worst she’d endured

In the end, Emeriel relented with a defeated sigh.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

The shopping took longer than expected, and the sky had already begun to warm with the golden tones of evening by the time they returned. It wouldn’t be long before Lord Herod arrived—if he wasn’t already within the fortress walls.

“Has the former Lord of Agriculture arrived?” she asked one of the stationed guards.

“Yes, Princess. He passed through not long ago, on his way to the Court of Duty.”

Emeriel quickened her steps, Amie right behind her, hoping she might catch him before he entered the grand chamber. She hurried through the west corridor toward the great hall. As they rounded the final bend, she caught sight of him, cloaked in formal attire, walking toward the court doors.

“Lord Herod!” she called.

He turned at the sound of her voice and smiled, lifting a hand in greeting.

“My young friend!”

She smiled in return, took a step forward—then stopped.

The strange colors were back. Only this time… they floated beside him.

A sharp intake of breath sounded behind her. Emeriel turned.

Amie stood rigid, her eyes wide, locked on Lord Herod.

The same impossible swirl of unnamable shades sparkled around her too—five distinct colors, twisting and merging in the air. The exact same blend surrounded both of them.

Emeriel blinked. She looked between them, then back again. Something heavy and charged was going on here. Lord Herod was staring at Amie, curious and transfixed. And Amie, too, couldn’t seem to look away.

𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝒄𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝒆𝓻𝑒: 𝗀𝒶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

Emeriel’s voice was quiet.

“Amie… are you alright?”

The girl startled, catching herself, her cheeks flushed.

“Y-yes, Princess.”

Lord Herod closed the distance, finally tearing his eyes away from Amie to look at Emeriel. His warm smile returned as he embraced her.

“There’s my dear friend. How are you doing today?”

“I’m well,” Emeriel returned the hug before pulling back.

“I’m glad to see you in the Citadel. You made the right choice.”

Lord Herod nodded.

“Thank you, Princess.” His gaze shifted down to her belly.noveldrama

“And how is the little one faring?”

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