Page 103 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

Killing the beast is a good idea, right?

His sister would no longer endure the excruciating pain of being mounted by the beast, 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."

Grand Lord Vladya felt a sickening sensation in his stomach. His heartburned, as if someone had buried a sword in it and simply walked away.

He tightly gripped his writing quill until his hand trembled. Zaiper was a manipulative son-of-a-bitch, and Vladya struggled to resist the urge to rise and deliver a powerful blow to his face. It took all his willpower to restrain himself.

But everything he's saying is the truth. That's why it hurts so much, isn't it?

Vladya swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. Because even though Zaiper was a manipulative jerk who only wanted Daemonikai dead so he could ascend the throne as the ultimate ruler, his words were true.

Keeping the beast locked up in its feral state was a torture Daemonikai did not deserve. Simply because they were unable to let him go. Vladya knew this. The entire court was aware of it. And that is precisely why it hurt so much.

"I didn't bring up this topic to dampen the festivities, but to make my intentions known to all of us. Officially. However, since tonight is the harvest, let us continue with the celebration. We can discuss this further another day," Grand Lord Zaiper concluded, before retaking his seat.

Emeriel rubbed his bound chest, trying to ease the ache.

For a while, the hall was filled with gloom. The joy extinguished.

It was well into the night before the spirit of merriment slowly began to return.

The introduction of slaves played a part in reviving the atmosphere. Truly, the Urekai did not jest when it came to their carnal desires.

By the time the naked slave dancers emerged to perform, the court was cheering, and the lords had returned to their sexual indulgences.

Emeriel's fears had finally dissipated. Throughout most of the night, he had remained safe at Lord Herod's side.

Even during the introductions, the lords glanced at him briefly, expressed regret, then proceeded to select other slaves. He was safe.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a movement.

Mistress Sinai rose from her seat and gracefully approached the podium where the grand lords sat. She stood beside Lord Zaiper, lowered her head, and whispered something to him, glancing at Emeriel several times.

Lord Zaiper's gaze shifted to Emeriel, settled, and narrowed. He locked eyes with Emeriel, piercing him with his stare.

Mistress Sinai straightened, smirked, and returned to her position.

"Lord of Trade, would you mind sharing that charming boy of yours with me?" Grand Lord Zaiper announced. "Hey, slave, get up and come here."

Emeriel's blood turned to ice.

He looked up at Lord Herod, their eyes meeting. Lord Herod sadly shook his head. There was nothing he could do.

Emeriel remained frozen, unable to get his body to move.

Zaiper straightened from his throne. "Do you dare defy my orders?" he barked, leaning forward with furrowed brows.

"I would never even dream of it, Your Highness," Emeriel rushed out, mustering the strength to stand on his weak legs.

As he walked toward the center of the room, Emeriel knew this time, he really was doomed.

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