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

Chapter 785:

Beliah wiped her face with both hands, choking back more tears. “A few hours ago, while we were out running errands, he sent two Urekai to come and get her.”

“Why did you keep this to yourself?” Emeriel demanded furiously. “Why tell no one?”

“She begged me not to. I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t know what to do.”

Emeriel turned to her guards. “Who can take me to this slave master’s quarters?”

One stepped forward without hesitation and led her through the lower courtyards, down the narrow paths that wound toward the worker domains—the section of Ravenshadow Emeriel preferred to avoid.noveldrama

The closer they got, the louder the sounds of barking orders and cracking whips became. It stirred old memories—unwanted ones. Memories of three years ago, when she too had walked these paths in bare feet, carrying buckets, shouted at by these same men.

Some of their faces she recognized. Slave masters who had once ordered her about now dropped their gazes and bowed low as she passed, storming through with fire in her eyes. No one dared speak.

They reached Kenta’s quarters—a modest structure of stone and old wood. One of her guards moved to knock, but Emeriel didn’t wait. She shoved the door open and stepped inside.

Two Urekai males sat playing cards in the cramped sitting room. At the sound of the door slamming, they leapt to their feet, expressions turning to scowls—until they saw who it was.

“Your Highness!” they chorused, heads lowering in a rushed bow.

“Forgive us, what brings you here?”

A muffled sound came from the back room… a door behind them, barely closed.

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Anger steaming in her, Emeriel strode past them without a word, flinging the wooden door open.

There, on the floor, was Amie.

She was naked on her knees, hands bound behind her back. Tears streamed from her eyes as the slavemaster forced his manhood down her throat. Choked noises filled the room.

The male jolted backward, yanking himself away in horror as he saw who stood there.

“Princess Emeriel…!”

“My Princess!” Amie cried, scrambling toward her. She hid behind Emeriel’s back, trying to cover herself with trembling hands.

“Princess, to what do I owe—”

Emeriel slapped him. Hard. His head snapped to the side, the sound echoing through the walls.

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