Page 29 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

"Good. When I summon you, lead him to the barn as the sun begins its descent. I will inform you when the time is right. Should you fail in this task, my anger will be unleashed." His lips curled into an evil smile. "You do not want to witness my wrath, do you?"

Grabbing her breast roughly, Boris squeezed so hard she sobbed in pain. Only then did he release her, step back, and walk away.

Amie's legs gave way, and she fell to her knees, trembling.

The last time Master Boris had unleashed his fury upon her, she had bled through her anal ring, rendering her unable to walk properly for an entire week.

It was the first and only time he had invaded her there, and even now, the phantom pain felt just as excruciating. She never wanted to experience anything like that ever again.

Oh, what am I to do!?

Do I truly need to deliver Prince Emeriel to this...?

Emeriel carefully wiped the stained glass with a washcloth. He had been assigned to clean the fourth layer of the southern wing this morning and had been at it for the past hour.

Last night, Emeriel had dreamed of the king’s beast. It was strange.

He had never seen the beast before, yet somehow, for reasons he could not explain, it occupied his thoughts. To the point of entering his dreams.

But why?

It was a question he had asked himself over and over without finding an answer.

As he scrubbed the glass diligently, he hummed softly, running the cloth over the surface until the dirt was gone. Just as he reached for his rinsing water, he heard voices growing louder.

"What about the land beyond Crystal Waters?" a woman asked.

"It is not within my power to grant you that land, and you know it," Grand Lord Vladya replied.

His tone was surprisingly gentle, lacking the sharpness Emeriel had come to associate with him.

"But you are also a grand lord. Surely you can make this happen without all those unnecessary stresses and lengthy processes," the woman whined, her tone edged with frustration.

"It is not as simple as that. Everything that belonged to Daemonikai still belongs to him. Until he is officially declared dead, no one can touch his possessions or his will," Lord Vladya explained.

Emeriel struggled to believe that the calm, patient voice he was hearing belonged to Grand Lord Vladya. This side of him was entirely new—one Emeriel had never thought existed.

Who is that woman?

Just then, the pair came into view.

Emeriel pretended to focus on his cleaning, though he could feel their eyes on him. Casually, he lifted his head and bowed silently in acknowledgment before resuming his work.

"Who is that slave? I have not seen that face before," the woman said, her footsteps echoing as she moved toward Emeriel. "Who are you?"

"He is a new slave I purchased some days ago. He belongs to the grand king," Grand Lord Vladya answered in a neutral tone.

"My Daemon?" The woman’s perfect brows furrowed.

Emeriel felt a prickle of...somethingunder his skin.

Not 'your' Daemon,he almost shouted.

Wait. What in the lights was wrong with him? Emeriel didn't care about these things.

"Oh, is he the sex slave you mentioned? The one you bought for my Daemon's pleasure? To fulfill his beast's lust?" She paused, tilting her head as she surveyed Emeriel. "I thought you would get afemalefor that purpose."

A sex slave?Emeriel resented being labeled as such.

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