StarNovelChapter 535: Emeriel tightened her arms around his neck, hiding her face against his shoulder. She felt like she was floating, the comfort of being this way with him replacing the emptiness she had lived with for so long. For the first tin what felt like forever, she felt truly warm and alive. Like she had finally thawed after a long, harsh winter.
"Your Grace, the evening court session has started," a soldier's voice announced as they reached the intercession.
Emeriel peeked through one eye to see where they were. She caught a glimpse of the soldier bowing before quickly shutting her eyes again. She wasn't ready to leave the bubble of safety his arms provided.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA few moments passed as Daemonikai carried her forward. Then ca resounding call.
"All hail His Majesty the First, the mighty and suprsovereign ruler of Urai, His Grace, Grand King Daemonikai." Her head snapped up at the proclamation, her eyes darting around.
Wait, what? Emeriel stiffened in his arms, realizing they were now at the entrance to the Court of Duty. Her stomach flipped as unease settled in.
"You are still carrying me," she reminded him.
"I know." He looked down at her, his face unreadable. All traces of his earlier playfulness were gone.
Her unease deepened. What is going on? But she didn't dare ask. Something in the way he carried himself, the way he held her, told her not to. Stay updated with galnovThe great doors opened, revealing the vast chamber of the court. The murmuring stopped instantly.
All eyes turned toward them as Daemonikai entered, carrying her. The high lords, the grand lords, and every noble present rose from their seats, bowing in acknowledgment.
Emeriel's heart beat faster as he strode further, stopping only when they reached the center of the court. Then, he gently lowered her to her feet and stepped back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe silence was deafening.
Emeriel drew in a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage to meet the gazes directed at her.
Swere curious, others cold, a few openly hostile.
She forced herself to hold her head high, unwilling to show weakness despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her.
Though the people had grown more welcoming toward her recently, she knew better than to believe she had their undisputed approval. Especially here, in this hall, among these high lords.
The memories were still as vivid as yesterday. Her first official appearance before them, when they ΟΠΤ demanded she be stripped naked. The second, when they sentenced her to death in the courtyard and cast her into the dungeons without food or water. The third, when they ctogether to send her away from their lands.
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