Page 104 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

This time, even Aekeira could not save him. This time, no one had the power to save him.

Chapter thirty-two

THE FERAL GUEST

"Stop right there," Grand Lord Zaiper commanded as Emeriel reached the center of the room.

Emeriel halted in place, the weight of everyone's attention on him as he awaited the next command. His heart pounded in his chest.

Mistress Sinai smirked, watching with excitement.What was her problem? Why did she hate me so much?

"Your sister was quite eager to undress for me last time. Tonight, I want you to do the same." Lord Zaiper reclined back on his throne. "Strip and present for me."

Yes, he was definitely doomed.

Emeriel swallowed tightly and glanced around. Some gazed at him with interest. His eyes briefly met Aekeira's, and his sister's face had turned pale.

Various scenarios of how this could unfold played out in his mind, and none of them boded well for him. They all ended badly for him.

Heavens, help me. Please, I need your help. Now would be a good moment to send a thunderbolt or something.

"Did you not hear the grand lord!? Are you hard of hearing!?" Mistress Sinai sprang from her seat, approached Emeriel closely, and delivered a resounding slap to his cheek.

The crack reverberated through him, causing his head to whip to the side, blinding him with pain.

"Perhaps that will reset your hearing," the mistress snapped before returning to her seat.

Grand Lord Zaiper refocused his attention on Emeriel. "I repeat, remove your clothes and present for me. Right. Now."

Tears blurred Emeriel's vision as distress and panic washed over him.

Then, a profound need surged within him.

It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. As if a compelling force wasurginghim to do something. Tospeak.

Emeriel didn't resist, surrendering to it.

The words tumbled out in a low whisper. "My Beloved, I need your help. My Beloved, please help me."

Wait, what was he even saying? Where did those words come from?

And who the hell was His Beloved?

"Did you not hear me!?" Lord Zaiper roared, his anger clear as the veins on his forehead bulged. He rose from his throne, his eyes ablaze. "I said, strip—"

A deafening roar pierced the air. So loud and deep it echoed throughout the entire fortress. Emeriel would have sworn the very walls trembled.

The sound of metal locks breaking filled the air, followed by a resounding crash as a door splintered open.

Most people froze, as all activity came to a stop. The remaining grand lords rose from their thrones, and every gaze turned toward the grand entrance.

"What is that?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"What's happening?" another voice questioned.

"It sounded distant yet close!"

“Something has broken free!"

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