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

Chapter 784:

For so long, I have denounced the name Dragaxlov, forgetting that a name itself is neither ugly nor honorable—it is the people who shape its meaning. Only they can stain it, and only they can restore its glory. Dragaxlov is my birthright, my heritage, and I am ready to claim it. I will walk this new path. I, Gustazlion Herodis Duonavaar Dragaxlov, accept your benevolent offer.

I will pay a proper visit to Ravenshadow Citadel during court this evening. I am ready—eager to learn from you and the other Grand Rulers, to absorb all the teachings and partake in all the trainings. To follow in your footsteps, hoping that in time, I will prove myself worthy of the Grand Crown.

From the hands of Herodis Dragaxlov.”

Emeriel sniffled, smiling as she wiped the tears gathering in her eyes. “I love this so much for you, my dear friend.”

Folding the letter with care, she placed it on the desk. She wanted to be there to welcome Herodis when he arrived, so she needed to finish all her evening errands early to make that possible.

“Oh! I need to get Amie. Let’s go shop for the new garden tools while we still have the light.” With that, she hurried from the study, sending word ahead for Amie to be called.

Emeriel emerged from the Royal Residence, dressed in full formal attire—her regal silks draping elegantly, her bodyguards close behind as she made her way toward the slave quarters. The maids she’d sent to Amie had returned empty-handed. Amie wasn’t in her chambers, nor was she present at any of her assigned posts.

Even the woman dispatched to question Madam Livia returned with little information. According to the head maid, she and Amie had parted ways that morning after collecting herbs together.

Concern growing, Emeriel searched through Frostfall herself, her steps quickening with every unanswered question.

“Where could she be?” she muttered, worry creasing her brow as she rounded a corner.

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A young slave girl approached hesitantly, her cheeks stained with dried tears, eyes swollen and red.

“Good day, Your Highness. I—”

Emeriel stopped, her expression softening with concern. “What is your name?”

“Beliah, Your Highness.”

“What’s the matter, Beliah?”

“My friend… Amie. She—” the girl sniffled, her voice breaking.

“Amie?” Emeriel asked quickly. “You know where she is?”

“She told me not to tell anyone, but…”

“Do you have any idea where she might be?” Emeriel’s voice took on an edge. “Tell me everything. Now.”noveldrama

Beliah swallowed hard. “After you gave the order placing her under your protection, everyone left her alone. But… there’s a slave master. His name is Kenta. He—he says he likes her. He brings her flowers sometimes, but then he grabs her, touches her roughly, even when she says no. Amie hated it. She finally worked up the courage to reject him two nights ago.”

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